I miss Her, to be quite frank. I yearn for Her gentle and persuasive power that would often flow through me, sometimes a soft and thick glow of clover... honey, and other times a river of fire that burned me at all hours. I miss the nights I could not sleep for the words that made me tremble, that weakened me for all their strength. Her most tender whispers that stirred me from dreams, filled me with ideas, lifted me and gave me a presence among poets. Honestly, the best part of me is in that. To say we got on well was an understatement. I suppose it was partly our history together all those years before and discovering that we had so much in common, ideas and values. We were getting closer all the time and without talking about it, getting closer to the moment we would share our bodies. I would not be able to see her for six weeks as I was once again asked to go to Australia. It would appear that the printer out there had refused point blank to see the Marketing Director again.. She wasn’t messing around either. Her lips immediately sucked onto my clitty, pulling and massaging it in a steady rhythm, which slowly kept intensifying. I could feel the long awaited orgasm approaching and I gathered all my strength to remain standing up and not let out a yelp of pleasure, but rather just a loud gasp. I was beyond worrying what the women present in the same room were thinking, they certainly knew what was going on by now. I was still shivering when Brenda got off her knees,. That is the time when all the elves and their partners celebrate another successful year. There is a party that starts shortly after the big guy has taken off and continues until dawn on January 1st.Mrs. Claus, (Marilyn – think Marilyn Monroe in her prime) is usually busy after Santa leaves trying to fight off the elves who have not had much time with the lady since Santa has been keeping her busy in the bedroom and every other room in the house before he takes his, to him, month long trip that.