Thursday, May 23, 2013

Dragons love and feeling


the touch of a sensitive mind , the hand caresses deep in each-others soul

vulcan's are known for logic but what people often miss is the deep passion of their sexual techniques ;-)

touch hand to hand take time and feel each-other through them...
lips can caress but feel deeply , breasts and hearts touching entanglements..

the caress of the spiritual being , the caress of the physical and sensual self,

know thy self  know thy partner , know one another

depth is a matter of trying not simply looking at some smut and never feeling the deep bond ...

dragon and rider share a bond beyond the simple feeling of physical prowess ... ummmm ^_^

*twinkle twinkle little star*

his name talmaron her name KasNarpet

they met in the heat of a dead woods the only respite from the sun ...
a pool of clean water deep and pure from the mountain

no amount of caned water could replace that source of freshness ...

dragons drank from lower down the river the soul bond with rider sending shivers ,
pure joy and radiant light from heart to mind with every splash and sip on dragon tongue...

Hard not to lay here and feel that presence the two hard working riders thought and lay in the short pine woods next to the blessedly cool river , the skies full of movements and sounds but far away.....

half an hour passed and to be honest it was the best part of a day , the sun moving across the sky towards evening but still well into the afternoon.

his temple was her tight belly her button his lips fountain..
fingertips damp slid over her firm belly button the tip of his tongue caressing her with delicate ease..
her finger tips caressed his head his light hair full in the hands of a magnificent lover.

the fingers scratched her belly lightly the passions making the pain that bit more splendid ;-)

her scented and soft pelt under his lips ; each caressing suckle pointed with her fingers clawing his naked back...

silver quick tongue flicked the warm bud of her being to her soft cinnamon cries of exctacy

paused moments a fountain of pleasure and grace

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