Message-ID: <5541eli$9711081812@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5541.txt> From: David Durkee <david@tecs.com> Subject: Repost: Letters: Heather (m/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <345F78C1.FDBA1B44@tecs.com> Previously posted to A.S.S. The following was the response to a personal ad I saw in the San Francisco Bay Guardian. The woman was looking for a boyfriend to get "physical" with. I alway enjoy comments both positive and negative. david@tecs.com Heather: When we talked last night for that few short minutes, you said that you were interested in “getting physical” with someone. You know, with a lover. But since we didn’t have the time to really talk, I thought I’d send you this to find out just how physical you mean... Physical. Just how physical do you want to get? Simple kisses? Or hungry deep ones - ones that devour you, stopping only to caress your lips and linger - little bites on your lips and tongue. Physical. Fingertips running through your hair, touching your face, tracing the lips that I kiss. Would it include nuzzling your neck, hot breath making your skin prickle, hands moving firmly around your waist and sliding down? How physical? So much that I could smell the light scent of your sweat trickling down between your breasts, that almost invisible scent that is you, your essence? Well oiled hands touching, squeezing, pressing your breasts, fingers pulling, kneading you nipples erect. Do you mean hands smoothing over the swell of your hips, my lips kissing my way down to your belly, taught and trembling, hands moving further down over the curving back of your thighs, touching that sensitive spot behind your knees as my lips seek out the cleft of your sex. Your vague scent reaches me, and reaches in deep. I stop, eyes closed, like I’m drugged. Hypnotized. Mesmerized. Only the impatient movement of your hips spurs me on. But you said Physical. Physical like kissing your soft lips, wet lips, for the first time and feeling your legs quivering as they open up to me. Or would you want that from behind starting with little slaps on your upturned ass. Physical. Like seeing the flushed pink of your freshly spanked skin. Seeing the shiny deeper coral pink of your sex as it opens. Little licks up your thighs. Would you open yourself more, shoulders sinking, breasts meeting the floor? Would you want those little light teasing licks on your clit? My face in you? How physical, Heather? Enough that you would quietly whisper... “Please”? Enough to feel your whole body flex as my tongue, pushed flat and wide makes a slow trip from your clit slowly up the back of you. The sound escaping you would be guttural. Animal. Mindless. Is this physical enough? Do you need more? Like the thickness of two fingers buried inside your cunt seeking that place, that special little spot, while you crouch over my face, my mouth sucking on your lips, drawing softly on your clit? Maybe that’s physical enough. No? Would you ride my hips with yours, my cock deep up in you. Kissing you. Squeezing you. Pressing my palm into the small of your back just above your hips. Pressing my hand down, urging you into better contact, starting that rhythm. Feeling your hips, rocking back and forward, your breathing deep, your head hanging down, eyes closed with inward concentration. Or would you want to be turned onto your back, opened up, accessed, fucked. Could I kiss your lips, your face, your ankle. You know, the one that is tucked into my shoulder. Your other leg moves up and my arm lets it pass. With one leg on each side of my face, I am in you. Deep. Eyes locked. Thrusting. Or does it need to be even more physical, strong, primitive. Pounding into you from behind, you ass quivering with each thrust. Grabbing your hips, your hair, driving you down. Your back arches, your cunt receiving me deeper. Your hand moves under you, and as I continue driving my cock in, I feel your fingers brushing against me, rubbing your clit. Physical. Feeling your muscles clench and squeeze me. Signaling me. It stops right there. It is blinding. I can’t think. I know my body is moving but I cannot control it. The waves hit me hard, and I am loud. As if in synch, I hear your scream, deep, guttural, low. Your hips flex and move as if they have a separate life of their own. Your body is tight. One of your hands takes mine. Gripping hard. “Just a little more” you breathe as you ride it out. Physical. Enough to release? To not think, to let go? Enough that you would smile as I lick the sweat off of your back? That you would whisper “Yes” as I start sucking your clit again? Your fingers, sweaty, strong pulling my hair as you guide my tongue to the spot you want me to be? So I gotta ask, Heather, just how physical do you want to get? -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /