The Coochie Diaries
It was a kiss of goodbye, of sorrow, of a love that had grown in the darkest, most forbidden soil imaginable.
They made love for hours. It was slow, tender, agonizingly sweet. He worshipped her body with his mouth and hands, memorizing every curve, every sigh. She did the same to him, her touch reverent, her tears sometimes mingling with her kisses.
When he finally entered her, it was with a profound, aching slowness. They moved together in the candlelight, a silent, graceful dance of joining and parting. There were no dirty words now, only whispered names, gasped breaths, the silent communication of two bodies saying everything their mouths could not.
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