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When her naked body pressed against mine, her skin felt like the
smoothest silk compared with the coarseness of the blanket. Her hot breath
tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue bathed her lips,
then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find her tongue
which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine, now forcing its way
into my mouth, now withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being
waged which could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course
from her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and yielding
that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down her leg to her
slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more
slowly. As I felt the warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against
my hand, her leg retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital
of her passion. At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I
moved my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she
drew. My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split
apart to admit it. Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my finger and bathed
it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth as her arms reached out
to pull me on top of her. Rather than deny a lady’s request, albeit
unspoken, I withdrew my hand and replaced it with my own loins. Her hand
moved down to grasp my chief contribution to our mutual pleasure, and
stroked the throbbing shaft for a few precious moments before guiding it to
the humid cave which my fingers had so recently and so reluctantly abandoned.

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To cut straight to the heart of the situation, and spare you the
lengthy conversation with which I swayed the fair Iana to my will, she
agreed to receive me in her room when the moon had set. Ah, the impatience
with which I watched that fat crescent descend behind the hills! When there
was but a sliver left to view, it seemed to hang their for hours, mocking
me, before the last silvery tip disappeared. At last I made my way to the
door beyond which lay the subject of my desire. As I pushed it open slowly,
the light from my candle cast an ever-widening wedge of light on the
foot-smoothed wooden floor, an arrow which pierced the shadows and pointed
the way to my delight. As it touched the foot of the bed, before it could
illuminate what lay therein, she called in a whisper, “Put out the candle,
and come to me.” Hesitating nary an instant, I did as she bade me, closing
the heavy oaken door behind me. There was a window next to the bed, but
with the moon gone the stars cast only enough light to reveal the dark
shadows of the bed and something moving upon it. Letting my robe flow
silently off my back onto the floor, I felt my way beneath the heavy blanket
which shielded Iana’s body from the evening’s chill.