lips like pillows warm glass. strange find resistant even a second, si — Thomm Quackenbush, Shadows

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Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.

Thomm Quackenbush, We Shadows

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