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LESSON-1-2
LESSON-3
LESSON-4.1
LESSON-4.2
LESSON-5.1
LESSON-5.2
LESSON-6.1
LESSON-6.2
LESSON-7.1
LESSON-7.2
LESSON-7.3
LESSON-8
LESSON-9
LESSON-10.1
LESSON-10.2
LESSON-11
LESSON-12
LESSON-13.1
LESSON-13.2
LESSON-14
LESSON-15.1
LESSON-15.2
Contraception
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1
CHAPTER-2-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18-19

 

... She came into his arms and talk was insignificant and quite 

unnecessary. The soft, white arms wound about his neck, tugging fingers 

pulled playfully at his hair and she smiled at him. His lips moved down 

against hers and they were lost in themselves. He could feel the taut 

pressure of her breasts playing against his chest and the firm roundness 

of her thighs working against his. 

 

Her strong fingers worked against the muscles of his shoulders, pulling 

him down onto the cottony moss beneath the strange tree. The small 

litheness of her body molded into his and his hands stroked her breasts 

beneath the filmy cloth that covered them. Her hands moved upward to the 

straps that swept over her shoulders and pulled them down. His eager 

fingers helped her, working the straps down until the firm mounds of her 

breasts lifted their rubbery, coral tipped nipples toward the sky. His 

fingers worked them, kneaded the warm muscles, while his mouth worked on 

hers. When he had released her lips, she pulled his face down into the 

twin cushions of her breasts. His hand moved against the flesh of her 

thighs, caressingly... 

 

* * * * * 

 

"Ready, dear?" 

 

It was gone. Like that. A sudden flickering memory of some long vanished 

event that might have given him some hope. It had been fantastic again, 

the strange colors and the weird landscape, but he wanted it despite 

that. She had stolen it, ripped it viciously from his mind; but she was 

not to blame. He turned and smiled at her as she came into the kitchen. 

 

She had turned on a soft light in the front room, but had allowed the 

kitchen to remain dark. In the half-light of the room, he thought that 

she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It would not be hard 

to love her, he thought again. 

 

He reached out and took her by the shoulders, pulling her gently against 

him to kiss her. Her mouth moved against his, satiny with desire, until 

they parted. 

 

"I'm ready, if you are," he said. 

 

"For what, darling? The bedroom, or the car?" 

 

He chuckled. "The car. The bedroom will keep until we're up in the 

woods." 


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