Introduction 2

In the morning, I awoke and looked over at her sleeping body,

so perfect, the sunken slope of her back over her silken cheeks.

I reached out and stroked the cleft between her cheeks,

she murmured sleepily and turned on her tawny stomach.

I eyed her soft bush, the golden hairs glistening in the morning light,

untrimmed, untouched, a snatch of morning air.

I couldn't help myself, reached out and stroked her mound.

She murmured faintly and stirred a little, a little guiltily I thought,

so I moved my fingers to her little prince and stroked her clitoris gently.

She groaned, then smiled and wriggled a little so I continued to massage her prince.

She sighed, and writhed, and moved with sweet abandon, in tune with my stroking,

until she surged and crested with a sweet smile of contentment, opened her eyes,

and said, "Thank you."