Story Snippet: Calamari

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A dozen comparisons brought giggles rumbling through her throat, but she stopped short of issuing embarrassing assessments of his performance. For being new, he was hardly bad at it. But there was an awkward clumsiness drawing out memories of newborn foals and toddlers unaware of their bodies. He finally got her panties down but the laughter he had ascribed to tickling didn't stop.

His smiling face sought explanation and she swallowed her silliness attempting a stern affect. When she was new to sex, she took it serious, too. Like every time should carry the passion and the weight of the first. Love is passion and sincerity but it is colored by humor and joy. And while he wanted to make love to her, she simply wanted to laugh through the mistakes and mishaps and odd comparisons. He would too, with time, but not that time and maybe not the next. But the prospect of 'next' and 'after' and 'eventually' purchased through repeated experiences satisfied her as much as sinking into be loved under his learning body for the now.

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