............!!"Tanya massaged the area around her erect nipples in an effort to ease their tenderness. She gasped in ecstasy as a jolt of electricity ...hot through her, unlike anything she had ever known before. She placed the cigarette between her lips and began to inhale again. Her body yearned for the feeling of the creamy white smoke hitting her lungs. Small wisps of smoke wafted delicately away from her lips and nostrils as she exhaled, rising to float above her like a wreath. Tanya's body. . I couldn’t nap ... and that’s the biggest reason for my Fashion Minimalist ... it reclines. I have spent the night in it. Some days I’m here too long to drive home ... so.I sat on my chair on my side, he sat in my exceedingly ornate reject. The rat liked it. He settled in like ... well ... like he liked it.He started, “Godmama wants to ... something?”“Godmama?”“The Queen.” As if that made all the difference“Just making sure,” I said. I waved my hand in the gesture that says ‘please,. Again I marveled at the softness of a woman’s kiss. Our mouths melded in unison and I reveled in giving myself fully to my first lesbian experience.We rolled over as one with Marsha now above me, and I felt Marsha’s tongue touch my lips. It ran back and forth, tickling my suddenly dry lips and leaving moisture behind. Then the tip moved to the center… wiggling gently but waiting patiently. It seemed like hours but was only seconds when, with a moan from deep within my throat, I opened my. ...The incessant sound of seven AM. 'Shit! Just 5 more minutes,' says a muffled pillow-voice. She rolls out of bed; a daily struggle between her wanting to live life to be a success and her wanting to lie-in and fuck it all to hell. Turning on the radio she is surprised that there still isn't one channel she can listen to in the morning: not one. Every channel is desperate to depress and excite people over shit, pure shit that they make up. They are great swindlers, great propagandists,.