Gone, But Not Forgotten
By Ellen Tevault
She hesitated a second before she caressed
her lover's scar. Hearing her lover moan, she
leaned forward and kissed it. She trailed
her kisses to her breast and suckled the nipple
until she heard her lover's voice.
She crawled up and planted herself on top
of her lover. She felt her left breast press
against her lover's right one, while her
right breast had to fill the gap of her lover's lost
one. Her lover pulled her closer.
As they kissed she rubbed the skin of her
lover's head and became lost in the erogenous
zones of her lover's scalp.
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