her clit was very much
like a lightly salted potato chip
like a lightly salted potato chip
fashioned in his mind as a curl of Norwegian Wood
he could have been accused of being a degenerate
fondling and licking her as he did tenderly
fearful he might break it
though somehow it seemed to him he had to it was required of him
to reconstitute it
reconstitute
Her
so it and she would be sustained beyond him finding them
quite
honestly
by accident
by accident
she was oblivious swinging on a playground swing in a white yellow and blue floral dress drawn neatly down on her fanny and along her thighs
she was happy gay utterly lost in her head and play
then despite him thinking his eyes were playing a
trick on him he paused
he watched as a
shadow crossed out of a zigzagged line of elms encircling the lush grassy field
beyond
and entered the playground seemingly intent on her
once inside the playground it
went quickly around the fixed apparatuses at her
he cried to her as he broke
into a run hopeless to intercede
the shadow buffaloed her at the
bottom of the swing when her speed was its most exhilarating
she
spun out of the slung canvas seat pell-mell tumbling
tucking her head instinctively
drawing her arms and legs up reflexively
trying to minimized the inevitable hurt
she pinballed pinwheeled and
stopped in a heap at the foot of a steel slide
while the shadow fled
stole away into the field
stole away into the field
disappearing from of his periphery
her dress was up high over her
hips
her
panties torn down around her bloodied
knees
stripped from the elastic that
remained wound like a pretty rubberband around her middle
her knees were bent up static
then shaking
they collapsed and fell aside
-- Can I help
he
asked unnerved
not that she could answer
she
was dazed and confused
her brow hadnt even formed itself in an attitude of concern or pain
it was smudged with sandy dirt and wood chip chatter residue
her right hand stuttered incoherently
attempting he thought modesty at her nakedness
but not clutching
her wrist bumped at her naked hip
he went to grasp her dresss
hem but she flailed at him
-- Let me cover you
No
she mumbled
blindly her hand caught his wrist gobbled his hand under hers and pushed it down between her legs
he cupped her warm split
felt
its curled edge a very thin Norwegian
Wood a sliver against his palm
she moaned
her
brow still smooth untroubled
he stroked her very gently with his thumb
she responded
glistened
her hand fell back atop his hand
again
she pushed it aside atop her hip
its bone rounded like a dull hatchet under his palm
she wiggled her hips
moaned
he moved his face moved his mouth over her neat mons
she smelled of flowers like the
print on her dress
he stroked her clit with his nose
one side
the other
run his cheek and jaw
one side
then the other
breathed inhaled and exhaled over her
kissed
one side
one side
then
the other
her moan caught in her
throat
caught again
and twisted enamoured into a thin coloured sigh
and twisted enamoured into a thin coloured sigh
hed gone out early that evening
to enjoy a walk
then by accident
enjoyed a curl a slip of Norwegian Wood
late Friday
evening, 3 4. 15
1434, Monday,
6 4. 15
