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This was a short piece I wrote for a competition in 2007 or 2008 on another site that is now long gone.

My oldest granddaughter would bring me books to read to her many times each day. She loved it, but it was my pleasure!

Pleasure

With love from her deep brown eyes more piercing than Cupid’s arrows, she comfortably positions herself in my lap for the third time today. No wiggling and jiggling, she desires beast again.

She fears no harm from my growling, grunting, and scratching, for she knows true love; her trust so sure. Her oohs and aahs mixed between words only some distinguishable. We reach climax together! Thence, conclusion.

My baby’s baby soon departs with some gibberish as "tankoo papa."

I assure her, as I lay her favorite ‘monsa book’ on the table next to me, imbibing from her deep brown eyes that love more piercing than Cupid’s arrows, the true pleasure, indeed, was all mine.

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