EXTRACT FOR
Emma's Diary
(Giselle Renarde)

Her neck smelled like lemons.  

Her pussy smelled like musk.  

I pushed down her panties and sniffed again.  

More than sniffed.  

I pushed my nose into her pubic hair and inhaled deeply.  

Sex is just an idea until you're having it.  I only wished I could kiss Bonnie's mouth??"put my lips on her lips, my tongue on her tongue, taste each other, suck each other, go wild as we writhed in each other's arms.

We'll get there.  Just not quite yet.

I tasted her elsewhere, Saturday night.  I tasted her pussy.  Clean.  Musky, yes, but not overpowering.  I think she'd trimmed her pubes for me, but I didn't ask.  My mouth was too busy raising her arousal.  

She didn't say anything.  She never does.  She doesn't make noise in bed.  She lets me work on her, or she works on me.  I get loud.  She remains silent.  It's her thing.  I'm done trying to change her.  After two decades, I've come to terms with the fact that she's never going to say a word.

No, that's not true.  She does say one word.  When I've brought her to the heady heights of orgasm, she says: Oh, Emma!