I kiss her and wait for her reply. Passion rules and she lifts her head, fast. We bang teeth when her mouth goes too far: more a statement than an answer. She’s young, eager, easily aroused. I move south over her body and we laugh through the pain. Things settle down, and I’m delighted to remember how little in life humbles me as quickly as the almost edible sound our mouths make as mine discovers new breasts.
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23 February 2006 | 1:40 AM

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almost edible sound was stolen from A.L. Kennedy's So I Am Glad. You can purchase the book thru her website.
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