flash_of_oratory Doar A migratory pattern set to the tune of "Baby done me wrong", splashes me with her scent. I was naked and welfare forgotten, when she touched me. It strangely brought me to the surface tension, on the breaking point of bursting over the edges of my confinement, just one more addictive ingredient would spill all of the haze that kept me here. A languid stir of her fingers, then a lick and I was sliding down the side of the dew covered glass. 040805 ... oldephebe geez! ... 051029 ... - - 081008 what's it to you? who go blather from