28-12-2018, 10:38 PM
I peered closely at her face. I spotted a pock mark high on her cheek. It was barely visible; one would not have noticed it unless one was looking for it. I pecked at it, gave it a lick and then lightly nipped it. I spotted another one near the corner of her mouth and repeated the process. I languidly continued my exploration until I had covered all the pock marks on her face.
"Sameer, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Don't you like it?" I replied with a question.
"Yes I do, but I still want to know what it is." She responded. I then told her about my childhood fascination with the chicken-pox marks on her face.
"I have dreamt of kissing them ever since!" I concluded.
"Oh my darling! That's so romantic! You are such a wonderful man. Are you done now?" She asked contentedly.
"Not at all. I have just begun! Today I am going to see each and every mark on your body." I responded.
"Sameer, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Don't you like it?" I replied with a question.
"Yes I do, but I still want to know what it is." She responded. I then told her about my childhood fascination with the chicken-pox marks on her face.
"I have dreamt of kissing them ever since!" I concluded.
"Oh my darling! That's so romantic! You are such a wonderful man. Are you done now?" She asked contentedly.
"Not at all. I have just begun! Today I am going to see each and every mark on your body." I responded.
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