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Moustache

Elizabeth Turner could think of no better way than to spend every minute of the day lying in bed with her husband. But of course, he had a business to run as Port Royal's only blacksmith, so her one wish came very rarely. Elizabeth though, like the rest of the town, highly esteemed William Turner for his fine craftsmanship. She admired him more than anything and was never angry about his long absences, because she knew that when he was home, he was hers and hers alone.

One Sunday morning, Elizabeth woke to the sound of her husband's snoring. She observed his nostrils flaring in and out with every breath he took, and giggled as he salivated in his sleep. Wiggling her small frame underneath his arms, she was met by his warm embrace.

Before returning to his rest, Will brushed his face against his wife's forehead and his rough mustache tickled her skin. He had really let himself go as of late. His chocolate colored hair littered his face forming a trail down his cheeks and neck. Elizabeth did not mind his disheveled look though, she loved the way his course hairs scratched against her burning body during their love making the night before. When their hips finally made contact after all the hours she spent yearning for his return, Elizabeth could not help but loose herself in a fantasy world. Will loved exploring her body and he always managed to find new ways to arouse her, producing cries of lust night after night.

He pressed his face against her body and his moustache tickled her shoulders and breasts as they climaxed reaching the pinnacle of their sexual desires. When he released, she curled herself up against his perspiring body and drifted off to sleep. That morning she woke with the same smile she fashioned the night before.

FIN

There is only 11 more hours until I go see DMC! I had to squeeze one more drabble in before the film! And naturally this would be dedicated to a certain Melleh1.