Dancing
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The soft, haunting melody of the Big Brass Band sent a shiver up his spine, as if calling from the past and the future all at the same time. He held the prettiest girl in the room tight as they danced across the floor. The world around them evaporated. Only they two mattered at all. This was his heaven.
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They swayed and glided in perfect harmony, as if born for each other in this moment. Her lithe, sexy body floated in perfect unison to his every move, his own moves taking their command from her graceful strides. Their eyes met often in a smoldering passion that each could barley contain, yet had to. All of their love and all of their wanting had to express through the dance, at least for now. As she laid her head on his shoulder, he smiled deeply as he sniffed the perfume of her dazzling reddish brown hair. Her green eyes flashed as she held the man that made her proud to be alive.
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There would come a time, though, and soon, when all that they hoped and dreamed would come true. He could hold her close and kiss those sensuous lips, making love to her mouth with his own. He could feel her animal passion through her skin in that embrace, a prelude to the raw emotion that was to come.
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They could just gaze at each other between kisses, looking directly into the other’s very soul, and find love there. That love would be stronger than Samson and larger than the Pacific and meant only for the two people in the room. He’d chuckle at her as she undressed, embarrassed to show her underwear to him. He always found that cute. She was more than willing to be naked before him, but her underwear always caused her to blush. Ah the ways of a woman, mysterious and sexy but utterly lacking in explanation.
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He would take her full, soft breasts in his hands and knead them gently, causing the nipples to rise to the occasion. Each pretty protrusion would beg for his lingering kiss, and he being a big softy, neither would be the least bit neglected. The tender suckling would send wave of cold lightning up and down both their spines, each happy to both give and receive for their lover.
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Soon, though, his curiosity would get the better of him, and he’d go wandering. He’d explore the mysteries of her naked body with his lips and tongue, like a baby with a new toy. He’d find all those little hidden spots that would make her jump and squeal, not just those fond on the usual tourist maps but the secret ones as well. The hollow at the back of each knee, the end of the rib cage, but only on the right side, the arch of each foot, and the biggie at the base of her neck on the left just below the earlobe. He loved discovering the places that gave her such secret and wicked pleasure, like finding buried treasure, each time anew.
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The scent of her was always intoxicating, more so than any wine could ever be in any amount. The feel of her body in his arms was more incapacitating than any drug had ever even thought of being. She was his heaven, and he loved her whole-heartedly for the bliss she allowed him to experience.
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But that wasn’t all she had to offer, she had ideas of her own too. After letting him explore her for what seemed an eternity, she would begin to seek out his own little treasures. Never one to be called a prude, she always made sure to be his whore in bed. She did all the dirty things proper women denied doing. Her mouth engulfed his manhood like a veteran French prostitute, sucking the very root of him deep into her mouth and using her tongue to coax him to impossible heights. Often, she would use those marvelous breasts to envelope the shaft while she bathed the tip in her lush lips. She never failed to get the desired response, proving yet again her total superiority to all other women on the planet.
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Their lovemaking was always glorious. As if dancing to an unheard tune, every movement seemed choreographed and planned. Each powerful thrust was met in mid air with an equally powerful lunge. Every slow stroke was met in kind by a willingly docile intention. Often the sessions would end in sweaty piles of exhaustion, satisfied sighs and giggles providing the soundtrack. She was his heaven, and he loved her deeply and passionately for it.
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The same skip in the ancient record that happened every night brought him back from his reverie. As every night for the past five years, he dipped the mop in his arms one last time and put it back in the corner of the kitchen. With the last tear of his nightly ration falling, he kissed her wedding ring on his pinky one last time and heard the words of the countless friends and family that had urged, even demanded, that he move on now that she was.... gone. What did they know? How could they understand the perfect love? How could anything else, ever, compare to her? He allowed himself just one more tear, as he always did, and sank down in front of the late news and drifted off to sleep, again. In a few minutes he would be dreaming about her, and they would be dancing together again.
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