(excerpt from biographical work I'm doing:)
....to eat our dinner, and I was truly enthralled watching her eat. I could tell she enjoyed it too. As soon as she had eaten her fill, she proceeded to lie on the bed. I got up and went to sit beside her, and we talked and I petted her on the head, telling her that she was simply too cute. I'll never forget her contant reply to such compliments: "Eh, I try." Well, I can certify that she was a success!
I lay down beside her, just gazing into her eyes, bashful and unsure of my next move as I could be. Somehow, one of her legs had gotten in between my knees, and she noticed, but I clearly didn't mind. It wasn't long and I wouldn't have to decide my next move because she looked me right in the eyes and told me what it was going to be: "Give me a kiss!"
She had previously informed me that she was very gifted with her tongue, and I was silly not to have listened to her. I closed my eye and enjoyed it to the fullest. The tongue trading and spit swapping were not to be rivalled! The embrace was unforgettable - I had my arms around her, and my left hand began gradually and gently moving down her back, and a little further down, and a little further down.... "Ooh, feisty one!" she thought to herself.
