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collarbone with my tongue. Her moans tell me I’m on the right track.
    My heart swells when I see it, the valley. It just takes my breath away. As I dip a finger between her breasts and trace the contours, I can tell it takes away hers too. But this isn’t where Iwant to stay, so I hurry uphill over the unbelievable softness of her breasts.
    This is heaven. She clearly agrees as she calls God, Jesus, and every other deity known to mankind while I scout her cream-skinned mounds, teasing their peaks but never lingering. This is the hardest part, teasing her until she begs for my mouth on her nipples because I want it just as bad as she does. I ache to devour her. To take her breast in my mouth like a ripe fruit and make her scream. It is one of those moments I live for. But I also like to tease. When we both reach the point that we can’t take it any longer I finally close my lips around her nipples. Sucking, biting, worshipping each in turn. Her body bucks and she twines her fingers in my hair, forcing me harder against her while guiding my free hand lower. It doesn’t work, though. I planned this trip, so I lead. I keep my hand on the flat planes of her belly and caress little earthquakes to the surface. Making her whimper. My mouth follows eagerly. I’m almost there.
    But first the vast, white expanse of her stomach. Kissing, caressing, breathing, making the muscles under me clench and her breathing grow hard and ragged. I tumble in her belly button but come back up fast when I hear her whispered plea. Truth be told, I long for it too. I know what treasure awaits me and I need it. So I hurry through a forest of red that tickles my face to the most precious place on earth, my fountain of youth.
    I hold still for a moment, breathing in the scent and savoring the view. She’s overflowing. Her need is just as great as mine so I drink, sucking my way through her folds, searching. My lover arches her back and presses against my face, trying to guide me to her last treasure. Her pearl of need. I can’t help but smile. She’s magnificent, and although I want to stay here and keep her like this forever, I know I can’t. So I plunge my fingers into her, filling her, while taking her clit between my lips, sucking hard.She shouts my victory, her muscles clenching around my fingers. I have never seen a more beautiful sight and it breaks my heart every time. My goddess, my adventure, my fountain of youth. So strong and fierce, so full of life but so vulnerable. She is the only one that takes me to these places and shows me things no one else has ever seen.
    My fingers stay inside her, not ready to leave yet, while the rest of me travels back up. I kiss her, long and slow, celebrating my return. She holds my face in her hands, tenderly tracing the contours, telling me she loves me as I slip out of her. I sigh with content and wonder how anyone could find this boring.
    Strands of liquid fire dance across my breasts as she straddles me with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
    I grin. Oh no, my life isn’t boring.

SOFT HANDS AND HARD HATS
    JL Merrow
    â€œBloody hell, it’s big!” I turned around slowly, the cavern getting bigger—or seeming like it, at any rate—the more my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
    â€œBig enough to fit York Minster in,” a soft voice said from behind me.
    I turned and saw a girl my height, wearing a hard hat. Well, we were all wearing hard hats. Health and Safety, and all that bollocks. But hers wasn’t a battered old one, borrowed from the Craven Pothole Club, its original color obliterated by a layer of dried-on mud. Her hat was bright yellow, only slightly muddy, and it fitted her well. Her hard hat suited her.
    â€œBe a bit of a bugger getting it down the shaft, though,” I said.
    She smiled, her teeth catching a glimmer of light that filtered down from the entrance, hundreds of feet above us. “Maybe they could take it down in pieces and