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We are in the lounge, the lights are low, and you are playing the piano. A very romantic song. I sit beside you on the stool and let myself drown in the music. I can smell your perfume. I stroke your hair as you play. It's so very soft and lustrous. You shift slightly and lean into me. You continue to play as I kiss your hair and then your ear. Soon, you are leaning heavily, enjoying the feelings as I enjoy the contact of your body against me. I feel a slight shiver in you as I trail my fingers lightly up your spine. All too soon, the song comes to an end, but, by now, I can sense the anticipation in you... The flush of your skin, the quickening of your breath. We move to the lounge, you stand before me. I know tha, under your dressing gown, you are naked. I reach up and slowly, very slowly undo the sash. As it opens, you shrug your shoulders and then, you are totally nude before me. My arm snakes around behind the top of your thighs and I draw you closer to me, parting your legs with my knee to straddle me, until my face is buried between your breasts. Your heat is surrounding me, enveloping me. I draw back slightly and trail the tip of my tongue, first to your left nipple, and then to your right.. Never losing contact with you. At each one, I trace the circle of your nipples, feeling them grow even harder as they shine in the candlelight with the moisture from my tongue. At the same time, my fingertips are trailing down the back of your knee and up the inside of your thighs, but stopping just millimetres away from your sex, and returning to your knee. I can sense the frustration in you as you bend your knees, trying to lower yourself to make contact with my tormenting fingers. To no avail though. Your fingers are ...

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