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tamarind
by Ami M. Doehring
(12/28/05)
 her skirt had fallen into the cusp of hip & thigh while her body was stretched & bent over a prominently muscular lap. she could feel the woman's thighs clenching beneath her as she shifted; her hair became a veil over her face, hiding her changing emotions. she felt the back of her skirt rising above her waist & she felt fingers roughly yanking down her panties.
the air held anticipation and sent shivers racing up the back of her knees; she clenched, and the woman's palm landed flat on her waiting ass. she began to shift slightly & squirm, but the woman was relentless, holding with her free hand the back of her neck. her ass felt rosy & glorious, throbbing with pain intermingled with pleasure. she wanted to cry out of fear, out of pleasure & out of humility, but the woman gave her no time for that.
"i want you on all fours..." barked the woman, and she complied reluctantly, crawling off of the woman's lap. she felt fingers entering her mouth, bringing the taste of tamarind nectar. she rolled the taste around her tongue, relishing the sweetness. the woman entered her from behind, pushing up against the resistance that her clench had created. the woman shoved her fingers into her mouth & with the other hand into her sex simultaneously bringing into her mouth more of the nectar, and then into her sex a slow & bright fire that spread wildly throughout her pulsing body.
thrusting fingers entering two very different sets of lips, a taste of sweetness spilled, drenching her body with sunlight.
©2005 by Ami M. Doehring
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Ami M. Doehring resides in Michigan, and seeks inspiration wherever she
may find it. This is her third time being published by Clean Sheets. More information may be found at her Web site.
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