The sounds around her told her the forest was just beginning to wake up. The still of the morning was punctuated by a bird trill here and there, and ...he occasional rustle of something through the underbrush. The wood at her back felt warm and smooth, and though there was discernable pull or push of energy, as there was when she healed, it seemed to radiate light into her back. It was gentle and smooth, and she supposed it could be her own body head reflecting off the wood, and the ‘energy’. Now bite off your pinky."I slowly put my right pinky in my mouth and start chewing on it as I stare at him with fear."No!", he stammers, grabbing my jaw and holding my wrist still. He slams my jaw shut on my pinky three times. As he does so, he yells "Bite it! The fuck! Off!" This makes both my jaw and pinky sore, but is nothing compared to pain I'm already feeling elsewhere.He lowers his mouth to my left tit. "Like this!", as he digs his teeth into my tit around the nipple. As he digs in, my. “I never stopped thinking about you, Joe,” he said, hoarse and exhausted. “Not once.” “Why didn’t you write?” I said, resting my head on his chest. “I’m an idiot, that’s why.” “Charlie?” “Hmm?” he seemed to be dozing off. “Will you visit me sometime?” in a tone of repressed expectation, I added, “After your wedding, of course, I’m still giving you the money.” “I’ll try to visit you whenever I can.” “Can I come to your wedding, Charlie?” “What!” he raised his head an inch. “No, that’s. Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts where in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them and Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft.