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absorbing every aspect of the scene arranged, seemingly for my infinite personal pleasure. Just the two of us, laying contentedly sated on the banks of a quiet azure pond. The mystical sounds of an enchanting waterfall in the distance. The warm spring breeze in the grasses cause a rippling wavelike effect. A songbird, trilling it’s melody, adding to the magic of the moment. The horizon ablaze with the fierce incandescent embers of a springtime eventide.
Watching her breath, so simply and comfortably. I guide my fingers softly, gently along her neck. Sliding them appreciatively over the silken shoulder, to navigate ever so slowly. Exploring the contours of her back, playing along a supple spine. Witnessing her involuntary pleasure as the skin ripples with the sensation of my pausing deftness. A hushed, delicate groan escapes her lips, as she rolls slightly, divulging her side to my tactile reconnaissance. My disciplined hovering touch glides back to the nape of her slender, lissome, neck. Running speculative fingers along her delicate shoulder, to journey down a slender soft arm. Unable to resist, I play my compassionate touch along her ribcage, with the flair and confidence of a pianist playing the ivory.
In reward, I receive a delightful sigh of awakening, as she stirs, and rolls toward me. Gazing into her sparkling emerald eyes, effusing intelligence, tenderness, and adoration. Realizing the depth of my own feelings for this manifestation of feminine perfection. I lean closer to sample the sweetness of her supple, pliant lips. My wandering hands exploring the soft yet firm curves of pure feminine perfection. Tenderly caressing her taught belly, they adventure further, searching for a soft warmth…
A violent rumble of sound awakens me as the airplanes wheels chirp with contact from the hard paved runway. Vibrations traveling along the airframe drag me succinctly from my personal reprieve. I stir with the realization that soon, very soon, The memories will be all I have to sustain me. The unbelievably loud sound from the engines, and lessening vibration of the runway, brutally force my conscious mind back to the reality of the moment.
Glancing at the familiar faces of my compatriots, I collect my trinkets and tools of war. Standing we all move ever so slowly to the lowering ramp to be greeted by the dry dusty heat of our newly found environs. marching off the plane, I glance around to be welcomed by the sight of distant mountains, sharp and craggy in appearance, topped with a sprinkling of white.
At least I’ll have the mountains, and those unbelievable memories of a summer so wondrously magical, filled with passion and pleasures untold. Truly a summer to live for!
This is purely a work of fiction, no association or comparison with real people is intended in any way.