In the dream, however, the sensation grew more intense, the pleasure sharper. Sex When we reached the riverbank, I knelt down and Naira climbed off. I wondered how he would have done that alone, the large fish were in water too deep for Naira to stand in. The crackle of the fire and the occasional pop of a log are the only interruptions to the symphony of the night. When we had finished the bowl of fruit he stood in front of me holding two empty gourd shaped bottles, his body language clear even without words. A technique I had only read about, but he made it look easy. He was guiding me back into the river. The moment my shirt was off, I gasped. He then set to work sharpening one end to a sharp point. His arm shot down again, and there was another splash. I feel a sharp prick on my right breast. But the moment was fleeting, he went back to removing the remaining leeches. I stand up and he gestures with the stick, the sharpened end pointing the way. His hand found my other breast, his thumb rolling over the untouched nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
