Bright light began to pour through it. "So the only way left to go is forward," I concluded. Zoey nodded. Slowly, I leaned over and gently brought m... face to hers. We kissed, allowing ourselves to give in to the sensation of each other's lips, mouth, tongue. The dark wall of despair that had been surrounding me for the past few days finally crumbled. I ran my hands through her hair, and down her back, then slowly, up her sides, to her breasts. I gave them a little squeeze, feeling the. ' He picked up a pencil and added another line to the hatching of what he kept telling himself was a 'quick-sketch'- so far it had taken most of the last three days. He put the pencil down again and picked a letter from the small stack; the occassional piece of fanmail routed to him via his agent."Dear Mr Marsh,I'm your biggest fan. I really love your work, I've got postcards of them all, even the stamp!"'Oh gawd', he thought, 'did I agree to a stamp?' He continued reading..."I would be really. Her tongue reached my clit. She circled it, dancing around it. My thighs tightened about her face, feeling the silk of her hair caressing my sensitive flesh. My body felt so alive, my skin drinking in the feel of the sheets beneath me.“Rithi’s inspiring art,” I groaned as she sucked and nibbled on my clit.Beside me, my brother played with the princess and the faerie, their moans adding such a delicious symphony to accompany the pleasure surging through my body. Ealaín’s tongue danced and played. 'So where does this leave us?' she asked, as we lay, breathless and sticky after yet another fuck. 'Good friends who love to fuck?' I offered. 'I like that,' she smiled, snuggling in close. 'That leaves us still able to see others, doesn't it?' 'Oh, God, yes! In fact we ought to make a rule: we should make sure we fuck each other at least once a week – more if we want – but, apart from that…' .