Message-ID: <11349eli$9805161406@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11349.txt> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {DarkNite}JDR"One Night"( MF )[1/1] 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: <6jj5rc$30o$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ========== On several of her stories, Dark Nites wrote: "I have no problem with people e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name remains with it." I'm taking that as permission to repost. I have not tried this e-mail address, but Ole Joe's FAQ seems to imply that it does not work. ======================== One Night. Dark Nites jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu What the hell was she doing in front of his apartment? She was leaving just to get away from him, so why the hell was she here.. Dammit! She knew perfectly well why. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled herself together and rang the doorbell. She wanted and she had waited long enough. She squared her shoulders and waited. The door opened. "Lia!" It sounded to her as if the very way he said her name was steeped in promises. He stepped aside and allowed her to pass through. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. They both knew why she was here. Mesmerized, she gazed at him, intrigued by the clouding of his eyes. He reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingers seductively all the while looking over at her through those sensational violet eyes. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to say anything. She stepped forward confidently into his arms to meet his kiss, the romance of the moment changing in a flash into while-hot passion. How long had they they waited for this? Forever. Now she thirsted for his kisses, her hand slipping into his hair, stroking the silken strands she loved so much. Hot sparks of pleasure shot through her body, straight to her inner core, forming a sharp pain there which she instinctively knew only he could stop. No strings attached. That was the deal. It seemed so cold-blooded but she desired him with an urgency that couldn't be ignored. His hand slipped up from his waist to the underside of her breast. She gasped as it came alive at his touch, little shivers of pleasure running through her. She was spiraling down a whirlpool and in a few moment, she knew that she would not be able to deny him anything. He suddenly stopped kissing her and gazed into her face, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek. "Do you want me?", he asked softly, knowing full well the answer but needing to hear it anyway. Lia's lips bruised by his kisses whispered wretchedly "Yes." He drew a sharp breath and then framed her face with his hands and murmured so softly that she could barely hear him. "I want you more than any woman I've ever known. I want to touch you like a lover and not like a friend. Once this happens, there can't be any going back." "I know", she whispered as she leant forward to capture his lips. He swept her up, carrying her to the fireplace, setting her gently down on the soft Angora rug. He gazed into her face intently. Something was wrong. It was unspoken by very real. Intuitively, Sam knew that she was holding part of herself back from him. Dammit! He needed to touch her. Body, mind AND soul. He needed her to want him as much as he wanted her. Nothing less would do, he promised himself. He lifted a finger and very deliberately outlined the shape of her lips, lovingly following its contours. She parted her lips slightly, inviting his touch, her eyes seducing him. He slipped his hands into her hair, feeling the heady silk of it slipping through his fingers. Fascinated her watched as she unbuttoned his shirt overcoming her fears as she pushed it off his shoulders. She let her eyes wander down him as she had done once before. How she had longed to touch him then, never knowing that she would find the courage to do it. She let her hands drift from his shoulders into the silky pelt of dark curls on his chest, feeling him shudder as she tugged the hairs gently. He reached for her, kissing her hard on the mouth while he pulled her zip down. He let his lips burn a fiery trail of kisses down her neck as she threw back her head, letting him have full access to her. His hand pushed the dress off her shoulders, kissing the exposed skin as he did so. The dress slid off, leaving her in her bra and panties, the firelight casting golden shadows on her skin. "Sam", she whispered urgently through her bruised lips. "I know.", he answered softly, pushing her down onto the rug. Her hands traced the hard muscles of his back, memorizing the hard planes of his body, slipping downwards to mould the curve of his buttocks. He traced the edge of her bra with fiery kisses, before sinking his face in the perfumed valley of her breasts. Suddenly, the memory of her rape popped into her mind. The knife! Her body stiffened slightly, making Sam raise his head to look at her. Ruthlessly, she pushed the memories away, knowing that it would be different this time. Her body was finally ready to accept another man.. "Sam, make love to me." With a groan, he claimed her lips once again, a promise of what was to come. His hand stroked upwards to cup her breast. She gave a little cry as her nails dug into his back. His thumb gently flicked her nipple, making her gasp uncontrollably as an electric shock ran through the body. Immediately, the little bud hardened, pushing against the flimsy lace of her bra. Within seconds, he had pulled it off her, revealing the delicate swell of her breasts. "My God. You are exactly as I imagined!", he groaned before letting his lips travel up the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her exquisite nipples jutted forth inviting his touch while the fire cast dancing shadows on her pale skin. His mouth claimed one hard bud, tantalizing it as he nibbled and teased it with his lips, driving her wild with longing as he continued with exquisite torture. The suddenly the teasing lover was gone. Instead he whipped up a storm of sensations as he sucked on her straining peak harder and harder. Gasping, she arched towards him as red-hot lightning bolts shot straight to her groin where she felt the moistness start up. She shut her eyes, letting herself feel the intense pleasure he was giving her. But God!, she wanted more, so much more! She raked her nails down his back, making him shudder and kiss her other straining nipple. "Dear God!", she cried, her fingers weaving themselves in his hair, as she drowned in the wonderful tang of expensive aftershave and the scent of his body. He could feel her heart thudding beneath his hand, fluttering like a trapped bird. He let his hands drift downwards, fastening on the remaining piece of her underwear, drawing the soaked fabric down her legs. Hypnotized by the sheer beauty he had unveiled, he drew back to remove the rest of her clothes, his eyes never once leaving her. She propped herself up on her elbows, drinking in the sight of his intense masculine beauty. His body slim and tanned, perfectly formed with not a spare inch anywhere. Her lover. Her man, she thought possessively as she reached up to pull him down. He covered her body with his, molding her to him. Flesh on flesh, with no barriers. Touching, learning, discovering. No words were necessary, only the magic that held them trapped existed. His hands slid between her thighs, stroking the petal soft skin, insistently parting them to his questing hands. When fingers finally slid between her moist lips, she gasped then clutched him as he touched her at the most sensitive place of all. Her heart sped up as she lost herself in the spell his skillful hands were weaving around her. His lips replaced his hands, his tongue probing her insistently, driving her half crazy as he held her frantically straining body steady under him. Again and again he brought her to the edge of climax, letting her have a glimpse of ecstasy before suddenly stopping. "Sam please...", she groaned as the emptiness within her grew. He moved up to her before whispering "Not yet, my love." She plied her neck and shoulders with hot kisses, while her hands roamed free, feeling the whip-cord strength of his body, straining his self-control to its limit. She nibbled his ear before thrusting her tongue into it. The result was explosive. She locked him in her arms as he gave a sharp cry, involuntarily thrusting his hips against her to the rhythm her sliding tongue set. Seizing her advantage, she reached down and grasped him firmly in her hand, glorying in the knowledge that she too could drive him crazy with pleasure. The shuddering in his body grew with every stroke of her tongue and each thrust of his shaft. With an immense burst of will-power, he prevented himself from taking her then and there. It was too soon. He wanted to make sure that she would never forget this night. Lia was transformed. A new confidence poured into her as years of suppressed sexuality exploded in her. Like a woman possessed, she arched and twisted, demanding, determined to break his control. They grew rougher, scratching and bruising each other like a pair of tigers as they fought for supremacy. Sam's control was breaking, his nerves were shattered and he knew he couldn't hold off much longer. She had completely invaded his mind and seduced him with her passion and femininity. Possessing her was the only thing he could think of, making this incredibly woman his. Dear God, he had to have her but he wanted everything not just what she chose to give him. Then suddenly he felt her last defenses fall. "Sam, please. I need you so much.", she groaned. He gave a triumphant cry as he claimed her lips. She pulled him closer, ready at last to receive him, needing to feel joined to the man she had chosen. He parted her legs before driving deep into her. Her strong muscles contracted around him as the shock on his thrust hit her. He started moving, slowly and deep within her. She shut her eyes, holding in the wonderful feeling of his body grinding itself against her, concentrating on the tension coiling up in the pit of her stomach. Slowly, he wound her up like a spring until her body was taut under his, muscles trembling slightly as she reached for her satisfaction. "Open your eyes, Lia." Her lids lifted, showing her eyes glazed with concentration. He withdrew slowly and then slammed back into her, watching her as she threw back her head and arched into him. "YES!" Her voice was a low growl as her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt it. Her own power, her own strength. Her eyes were now longer dazed but clear and intense as she started to grind herself against him. Her nails dug into his back, goading him on. He started moving, each thrust powerful as he stroked deep and hard within her. Harsh cries escaped her as he thrust deeper and deeper into her inner core, filling her completely. And then she was exploding... ---------------------------------- It was still dark when Lia awoke. She lay there, suddenly realizing the magnitude of what she was about to do. She wanted to wake him, to tell him that things had changed but she couldn't risk the humiliation of going back on the terms of their agreement. This, at least would be a clean break. She would have to leave now before her resolve failed her. But that it seemed was easier said than done. His arms were around her, anchoring her body to his. Cautiously she lifted one arm off her before wriggling out from under the other, keeping a watchful eye on him all the while. Free, she leant over him. His breathing was even and he looked tranquil. "Thank you Sam, for tonight", she whispered. "I hope you can forgive me for this.", she continued remorsefully. Five minutes later, fully dressed, she slipped out of his apartment. ----------------------------- Sam slowly drifted to consciousness. His arm groped for Lia but it encountered nothing but cold sheets. He sat up with a start. He could sense that she was gone. Oh, she could have easily been in the kitchen or the shower, but deep in his heart, Sam knew she was gone. =========================================================================== YES! A WOMAN DID WRITE THIS!! (GOD! I'm exhausted...) All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu =========================================================================== ======================== One Night. Dark Nites -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>