| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: The Raconteur - A tobacco pipe. [part 5 of 5] (2/2) |
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of young breasts overflowing their captivity. I moan softly. [Oh jeeeze, you're alive, thank fuck for that, come on get up, pleeeeeze!] Is this an angel; am I at last dead and passing through heaven on my descent to Hades? A hand shakes me but I feign death once again, as I have heard tell of a technique taught to young, succulent English women in which it is necessary to place their full, moist and open mouths on that of a victim in order to attempt resuscitation. I wait, holding my breath. [Stop it – you are not dead! Are you?] There is desperation in the sounds that she makes, although I am not of the comprehension of her words. I manage to induce limpness in my body that has me slithering to the floor flat on my back; I pray that I now look more convincingly lifeless. To her credit she decides that indeed I am in need of the life-giving kiss and prepares to give it. [Ewww, why me? This is sooo gross! Now what have I done to deserve this?] Her soothing words are obviously meant to reassure me and they do. I will her to progress quickly, as I fear I am turning blue from the lack of the air of life. A finger firmly pushes on my chin and forces back my head; this in turn causes my mouth to open. Now, my nose is gripped by her finger and thumb; I do not wish to appear ungrateful, but I feel that a little less pressure would have sufficed. Oh, what glorious dreams I shall have of the moment those red lips pressed upon mine and her sweet, sweet breath entered my mouth and rushed to my lungs. It was, as I am sure my loyal readers will acknowledge, simply a natural reaction that my long and practiced tongue snaked into her divine oral cavity, both washing it and tasting her fine tongue. Her screams, I was told later, were to be heard in the next village and thrust me into wakeful if shocked consciousness. [Oh you disgusting and deceitful old bastard!] she screamed at me. Again, had it been that she welcomed me back to life a little less loudly and in my language, it might have meant more to me, but I took comfort from her words. Of course Madame Wilson was upset; she had just seen an old man die – then, with her mouth, brought him back to life! Quite why she left without explaining the purpose of her visit still eludes me. I shall pay the divine young thing a visit and express my gratitude a little later. It is of course possible that, having found my kiss so appealing, she will demand more; I am ever hopeful. |
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