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A Tribute to My Full Figured Goddess, a short story by alis.barr. Date added: 2012-07-21. Times viewed: 4560.

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Intro: Sex with my girlfriend might literally kill me with pleasure. I express my glowing adoration for her by writing. Enjoy :): I want to consume all of you. Every inch of that deliciously lush body. First I will start with the sensual curve of your lower lip. I'll nibble and suck, tasting the cherry gloss I know you only wear for me. Then will come the hollow of your neck, the graceful arc of your shoulder. The salt of your skin drives me mad. Down, to the full moon orbs of your bountiful breasts, topped with the pouty discs of your nipples. Oh how you squirm when I tease them with my mouth, suckling one whilst the other fills my hand to overflowing. How warm your belly is, the fertile curve that hides so many nerve endings that make you giggle delightfully as I nuzzle my way over your soft skin. I want to bite the roundness of your hips, and I do, before working my way down. There are dimples at your knees, and I bestow a kiss on each side. You giggle again as I reach your ankles and lift your feet to kiss each of your pretty toes, decorated with polish that gleams in the light. Back up I go, pulse quickening. The juncture of your thighs, your womanhood, your flower, your altar. Here I am hushed and humble, daring to kiss the smooth pillars of your thighs on either side before working my way to the heart of you. You taste wild and sweet on my tongue as I explore further along the delicate folds, velvety as a dewy rose petal. Emboldened by your moans I probe more deeply into your softest flesh, until finally I glide upward to find your pearl. Amazing, how one little inch of flesh can bring such joy. My hands fit to the curves of your hips, lifting you higher to my mouth to bring you further delight. And looking up, the greatest reward of all. Every inch of my glorious goddess rolling out in lush mounds before me, head thrown back with a cry of ecstasy as I bring you to a glorious end. How I love my lush, beautiful woman.

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