June 30, 2005
I'll never stop wanting Janet.
She was a natural strawberry blonde, blessed with a sprinkle of orange-red freckles that made her glow.
Her nipples were long and langorous, but would rise to rosy splendor when rolled gently between tongue and tooth.
Her panties encased an intriguiging bulge. Her soft pink cunt lips were folded, almost like a discarded damask napkin. Soft blown kisses stirred them, firming them into a blazing butterfly, shimmering with lust dew. I pulled and teased and parted them, and my tongue flicked out, searching for her growing love bud. Her hips rose, her back arched, and she uttered a throaty moan.
Love it! Prominent protuberances of the basic female erogenous zones—like long nips, lips and clits—appeal not just to our erotic cravings, but to our sense for romantic beauty as well. Your lyrical description of your nostalgic memories illustrates this perfectly.