Date:
Thu, 22 Jul 1999 21:01:40 -0400
Subject: Hi neighbor...
In response to: Call
Me Miss Kensington
Hi
neighbor... where "North of Philly" do you
live? I'm in WillowGrove. If you send me your e-mail
address, I'll be able to send you a picture. In the
mean time, Picture this... a cabin in the woods... up
in the mountains. There's about ten inches of snow on
the ground. It's chilly outside... perfect cuddling
weather. We'll be sipping red wine in front of the roaring
fire... (It's good for your cholesterol). With my right
hand I gently massage the back of your head, where all
of the tension builds up... it feels good, doesn't it?
I'll
slowly work my way down to your neck and shoulders...
relieving all of the stress and getting your blood flowing
again. then your lower back... eventually I start massaging
your thigh... your inner thigh. After working my way
down to your ankles, I massage each of your toes...
individually. Then I run my tongue up the back of your
leg, sending a pleasant, enjoyable chill down your spine.
By
this time, the hot tub is full... we'll hop in (wearing
bathing suits, of course)... and just lie there, in
each other's arms... sipping champaign... The thrust
from the jacuzzi jets stimulate every part of your body.
We just lie there staring up at our reflections in the
mirror on the ceiling,while the mirrors on the walls
get steamed up because of the heat from the hot tub.
Then it's off to the shower to cool off... we'll stand
there (still in our bathing suits) while the multi-head
shower cools us down. I'll reach over and grab a bottle
of shampoo from the shelf... then I'd lather up your
gorgeous hair... lovingly caressing your scalp. Feels
good, doesn't it? After rinsing... we'd dry off in the
largest, thickest terri-cloth towel you have ever seen.
Then
it's off to bed (wearing pajamas, of course)where we
cuddle under a nice warm thick down comforter... with
the sound of the wind in the background as it beats
against the side of the cabin... and the gentle crackling
of the fire as it dies down, lulling us to sleep. Sounds
like fun?
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