Mary was wild, in the confines of their room, the brown nurse was nasty. She was a sinner, a connoisseur of the flesh. She was a siren, a temptress with a beautiful voice that took Tommy to places he never knew existed. He had known women, all kinds of women. He had known those who spoke as if they knew the secret of the universe. He had known those who were all talk but eventually lazy and expecting him to do as he wanted. He knew women who were willing participants but who still let him do as he pleased but Mary? Oh, Mary was a whole new world he enjoyed exploring. Mary was curious and generous. She was mountains and valleys. She knew how to use her mouth to tell him the most delightful things. She knew how to use her tongue, to whisper in his ear her most frivolous thoughts, or to leave on his skin tokens of her affection. She knew how to let him explore her soft curves and delights he had never known. She knew how to catch his attention and keep it on her until she was done with him. Mary was the doom of Tommy. Could he really look at her face without feeling the pinch in the pit of his stomach? Could he really set his blue eyes upon her green ones and not want to stroke her cheeks? Could he really resist kissing her plump lips when she was so close to him? Could he really look at his girl and not want to make love to her as if he was starving? Was he starving? In a sense, he had been. He had been starving of attention and affection and Mary was giving it to him. Mary was wild... so demanding... so needy... so nurturing and he loved every moment of it.
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