Six Sentence Sunday

This week for Six Sentence Sunday, I’m changing the serious mood and featuring something sensual and romantic. Probably my favorite subplot to write in my contemporary historical Bildungsroman Little Ragdoll was the love story of Adicia’s one decent brother Allen and their dear friend Lenore Hartlein. (Her surname was one of several in the book I plucked from my own family tree.)

Since Lenore was only 15 years old when they first met her and had just escaped from an abusive father, Allen, three years her senior, didn’t tell her how he felt till she turned 18, a move that almost had disastrous consequences. Since they finally became more than friends on Lenore’s 18th birthday, their relationship has been like a dream come true, and now it’s progressed to the point where they’re finally going all the way. It’s not Allen’s first time, but it is Lenore’s first real time.

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Allen undoes his belt and struggles to unbutton his pants as he climbs on top of Lenore.  She reaches down and helps him with pulling them off, tossing them onto the floor, then raises her hips so he can unzip her skirt and pull down her stockings.  Lenore gasps her approval as he explores her body with his hands, mouth, and tongue.  She breathes hard and fast as she feels his tongue between her legs.  When he climbs on top of her again, she arches her hips up and opens her legs for him, feeling him entering her slowly so he won’t hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.  Once inside of her, he moves slowly and gently as she digs her hands into the back of his shoulders, every so often leaning down to kiss her neck, mouth, or face.