Date: 2009-02-15 06:21 am (UTC)
Now, Lex wasn't a stranger to a tongue between her thighs, on both ends of the situation either. She was told she was quite good at it and an experienced tongue caressing her balls was quite the turn on. But this...that was nothing compared to how this felt.

Her skin was on fire, heightened by every small touch, and her breaths immediately shortened to gasps. If she had known this had felt this mind blowing, she'd have done this with every female partner she'd ever had. That is, if she was anything close to being as good as Anatoly was. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she managed to say between gasps, "Tolya...oh my god....Anatoly, that's...so amazing..."
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

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