From sugarglider22@hotmail.com Thu Oct 08 15:59:35 1998 Path: news.iconnect.net!chicago-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cyclone.i1.net!newsfeed.enteract.com!cyclone.news.idirect.com!island.idirect.com!Supernews60!supernews.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.bc.wave.home.com.POSTED!not-for-mail From: sugarglider22@hotmail.com (YeS!) Newsgroups: alt.stories.erotic Subject: An Erotic Story! Blackout Message-ID: <362233b5.88828477@news.abtsfd1.bc.wave.home.com> X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.452 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 350 Date: Thu, 08 Oct 1998 21:59:35 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.112.124.62 NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 08 Oct 1998 14:59:35 PDT Organization: @Home Network Canada Xref: news.iconnect.net alt.stories.erotic:14674 Do you love to read about sex? Cum get thousands of sex stories at http://www.arcticera.com/stories Blackout Mary Blaine looked at the clock. 1:19 PM, and Kristin STILL hadn't arrived. She'd been the one who'd made this lunch date; the least she could do was show up. Disappointed, Mary got up to leave when she saw Kristin rushing in the front door of the cafe, disheveled, wearing a dress, sunglasses, and a scarf. Looking very embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Mary, but I just woke up. There was this man last night..." She blushed. Mary grinned wickedly. It had been a long time since Kristin had mentioned sex, and Mary knew this was because her luck with men had been terrible. Now, it seemed, her luck had changed, and she was ripe for teasing. "No apologies necessary, Hon. Just details, lots of juicy details!" Now Kristin's expression grew concerned. "Mary, I don't remember what happened! I wish I did, from the way I felt when I woke up this morning, whatever happened must've been really good. But I don't have a clue what it was...I'm worried, I just had a couple of drinks - I've never had a 'blackout' from drinking before." "You sure you're not just holding out on me?? I know you don't like your old, married friend getting her kicks by listening to you talk about your love life." "Honest, Mar, I don't know what happened. I remember meeting this guy, we had a couple of drinks, I invited him over...then BLANK! What's even weirder is that I don't feel hung-over..." Realizing that Kristin was telling the truth, Mary became concerned, and was subdued throughout most of lunch. Kristin didn't say much, but practically inhaled her spinach salad, soup, and sandwich, and drank about 6 glasses of water. Watching all of this made Mary feel a little better. She even laughed to herself as she thought of just how good the sex last night must have been, if it left Kristin so drained. Over coffee, she brought up the subject again. "So when do I get to meet Mr. Stud?" "His name's Stone, David Stone, and you'll probably see him next week at the party." "Oh, you're bringing him to Andy's birthday bash?? I don't care what you say, he must have been good last night; you never bring your boyfriends to our get-togethers!" * * * After lunch, Mary and Kristin said good-bye, and Kristin promised Mary that if she remembered anything, she would let her in on it. When they parted, Kristin watched carefully to make sure Mary drove away. Then she started walking, not towards home, but downtown. She'd managed to keep one secret from Mary: David was coming over again tonight, and she had decided to make sure that this night was...memorable. Still, last night's blackout continued to worry her. Sure, she'd drunk some wine David had ordered; she might even have been buzzed when she invited David to her apartment. But she never got drunk enough to blackout. As she walked, she carefully rehashed what she did remember. She had met David at a cafe last night. Seeing him across the room had been like touching a live wire; she was astonished at the reactions in her body to this man. She found herself walking over and introducing herself, and was mildly surprised when he invited her to join him - although men asked her out on a regular basis, she had to admit to herself that she tended to attract men who wanted mothering and caretaking. David was a man clearly capable of taking care of himself. David had been ordering cups of decaf for each of them, then suddenly ordered champagne. She grew watchful - was this guy just trying to get her drunk?? But when she looked at him, she decided to keep going, but to watch how much he drank - before she became drunk enough to be pliant, he would be too drunk to do anything about it. Actually, they had only had two drinks each, and when Kristin shocked herself by inviting him over, she was only feeling a little light-headed. They had walked back to her place... After that, nothing. Kristin groaned. It wasn't just that she didn't like not remembering, but she could just imagine David's face tonight when she asked him what had happened. "He'll probably get insulted and leave," she thought. But how could she go on not knowing what had happened? * * * That night, Kristin was dressed demurely, but underneath the purple sweater and black skirt was the most provocative underwear she could find...that she could bring herself to wear, she added. A black lacy bra and panties, a garter belt, and stockings. This was pretty daring for Kristin, and David had better appreciate it...She grinned. She hoped he showed his appreciation, too! And she was resolved not to get drunk tonight. The doorbell rang. When she opened the door, David was there, looking simply beautiful. She'd never used that word to describe a man before, but for David, it fit. He was six feet tall, with long curly black hair, penetrating blue eyes, and a wide, sensuous mouth that was unbearably kissable. Before she could start worrying about consequences, she put her arms around him, and kissed him. He quickly responded, and his arms wrapped around her, and slid up her back... Oooooohhh, yes. Now a memory floated back from the night before. She had complained of a sore back, and David had offered "services as a masseur." Somewhat apprehensively, she had allowed herself to be convinced, and soon she was lying down, a towel over her legs and buttocks, offering her bare back to this strange man. But it had felt so good! She remembered his long strong fingers working her tired muscles, massaging all the tension out of her body. Well, not some of the tension...His touch was getting her very aroused, and she was now hoping David had ulterior motives in this backrub, because she intended to tear off his clothes...but not before he finished... Blank again. But now Kristin was certain that she had probably gone to bed with David, and that she had been a little overwhelmed by him, but not coerced. Meanwhile, what was originally a "hello" kiss suddenly turned very passionate. "I don't think we're even going to get out for dinner," Kristin mused internally. But when David scooped her up and started to carry her into the bedroom, he tried to put a stop to it. "Hold it, now, honey, slow down..." she started. Then his eyes caught her, and her voice faded away. Once in the bedroom, he let her down again, leaned forward and began kissing her again, and thoughts of dinner, of propriety, of doing anything but making love melted from her mind. His kisses soon wandered across her face, and down her neck. She moaned as he found the very sensitive spot on her neck, and let his tongue tease her skin. She found her way back to his mouth, and began kissing him fiercely, deeply...Her own desire startled her, but she continued to return his passion in full. She felt them tumble on top of her bed, and her hands fumbled with his shirt; she just had to get it off him - she knew he was about to do the same to her, she wanted to feel his skin against hers...She felt a small surge of triumph as she succeeded in getting the shirt off. She admired his trim, powerful build, though she wondered why someone so obviously concerned with keeping fit was so pale. "Does he wear number 80 sunblock?" she wondered, amused. After kissing and caressing all the parts of her face and neck left vulnerable by her sweater, he easily lifted it over her head and tossed it away. Kristin wanted to stop him when he went right for the skirt as well, but again his eyes paralyzed all thoughts of protest. When he had her down to her lacy underthings, his eyes wandered over her and she felt his response against her. "Oh, Kristin...you shouldn't have," he murmured appreciatively. "Terrible liar", she retorted. She felt triumph that she had pleased him...It didn't occur to her at the time that these were his first words to her this night. This time, when David began kissing her, it was on the shoulders and the exposed tops of her breasts. Her response was to wrap her arms around him fiercely, and to draw him closer. Another flashback to the night before. David had completed the backrub, then done the backs of her legs. When he started on her buttocks, she had to strain herself to stay put - his hands had driven her wild! When she had thought she was as aroused as one woman could be, he had turned her over and started massaging her breasts, almost making her scream. He had eventually worked his fingers over every part of her body, from eyebrows to fingers to toes and everywhere in between. She remembered orgasming at least three times... David's mouth on her breast jolted her back to the present; while she had been lost in reverie, her bra had been removed and discarded, and now her lover was gently nursing from her left nipple...then her right...then her left...now his tongue slowly traced a circle around each breast, travelled the full length of the hollow between, then returned to the nipples to begin nibbling slightly... By now Kristin was in heaven. It soon became apparent that David's skill with his hands and fingers was equalled with his lips tongue, and teeth. And he repeated the thoroughness of the previous night - there soon wasn't a single spot on her body that hadn't been graced by his mouth. When David reached the moistness between her thighs, she cried out in relief as her first orgasm shot through her. He had been building up for so long, she had wondered just how patient this man was. As he had continued moving over her, she had managed to get him as naked as herself, and she saw his arousal, was certain he wanted her, and yet he just kept on..."MMMMMNNNNNnnnn," she moaned as he brought her pleasure to another peak. This man was just too much! She was beginning to wonder how long he would hold out when his tongue began a long upward climb, past her belly, ribs, breasts, shoulders...She felt him against her thigh, then he covered her mouth with his own and swallowed her gasp as he eased himself into her body. She moaned and writhed, she had never felt so good...even last night, she thought. Now, it seemed, everything came back to her. They had made love last night, and it had been almost this good. She lay back and looked up at her newfound lover, looking at her with such love, such passion, and she felt her pleasure rising within her. "Oh, baby, please, do it faster, I'm going to come!" she cried. And just like that, his tempo increased...his thrusts became harder...deeper... "MMMMMMMM...OOOOO...UUUUUUUNGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her orgasm was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her back arched, and her legs gripped David's body. Then David's hands locked on her shoulders, his face moved close, kissing her enraptured face, moving down her cheek...then suddenly, through the immense pleasure, she felt a stab of pain in the most sensitive part of her neck. She screamed again, this time in pain and terror, and fought desperately to escape, but her lover's hold on her was like steel. The nails being driven into her neck fused with the thundering in her belly, and the roaring in her ears, and she collapsed. As she felt her blood ebbing out of her, she moaned again, then sighed, as the world faded away... * * * As David Stone drank, he thought to himself, "This one is special." Her long-untapped sexual potential, unleashed by orgasm, made her blood sweet and powerful. He gained little pleasure from the sex (attaining an erection was in fact a major task), but it was worth it as he fed on the ripened fruit that was Kristin. When he finished, he looked down, almost lovingly at her. And he sent a message to her unconscious mind: +Soon, my sweet, you will be one of us. For now, you will remember none of this, as before. You will wake up feeling warm, satisfied, and happy. And you will be eagerly looking forward to tomorrow night, when I will take you the third time, and bring you over.+ And with that he rose, dressed, and vanished into the night. BL & KP Did you like this story? Cum get thousands more at http://www.arcticera.com/stories