A Few Days More

In the pre-winter night the fog creeps upon the land, leaving the shadowy outline of the trees through which the fullness of the moon slips into my room.  A wine, the one which reminds me of your essence, caresses my throat as did you and slides, as you did,  gently against the back of my throat.  I slide the purchase I made with you between my nether lips and slowly turn on the power.  The vibrations assault the nub, as do you.  Quickly, oh, so quickly I leave this reality and believe I am within your powers.  Again and again the nub flowers to a fullness.  Like you, I release the force and allow my breathing to return to normal and my heart to pound less fiercely.  Over and over, just like you, I play with the intensity.  Again and again, as with you, I reach the zenith and then withdraw from its peak.  Until, at last, I can no longer deny you.  I feel you inside me, stroking my womanhood, bringing me to the orgasm I cannot deny you.  So intense.  So powerful.  My heart pounds.  My  womb strains to encircle you.  The egg vibrates with the insistence of you.   The final ecstasy brings me to a release.  I can sleep now.  For a few days more I must be satisfied.
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