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Subject: STORY: My Imagination Part 1 (m/f)
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Part 2&3 exist. fron: uxoclean@aol.com
It all started so innocently. An electronic pulse. A reply to a message.
Our interests and desires quickly melded. An exchange of pictures provided
fuel for fantasies and several solo explorations. We confessed. The rapport
we had lead to a decision: to meet. I was extremely nervous going into it.
It has a torrid Saturday afternoon in Washington D.C. There was the threat
of thunderstorms. The storm in my loins dominated my thoughts as I prepared
to knock. Was I ready? The ground rules were the ones I suggested. You
were to be in control. I gladly accepted the submissive role. In fact, I
craved it. I felt very comfortable with could happen and was willing.
Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge. My fist hit ardently on the wood
of the door.
You opened the door. Our eyes meet. At the same time there is shame, but
also recognition of each other's needs. "Come in" you say in an assured
tone. The room is comfortable. The coolness of the air condition betrays my
desires as my senses adjust. A chill on the back of my neck, sweaty palms.
The head of my cock rubs against the silk of my boxer shorts. I am aroused.
I feel the hint of wetness along the head. Lubricating, assisting and
teasing me. The details of the room are a blur, my mind is racing. I
finally focus on the swell of your breasts, cleavage revealed by your knit
top. Your nipples harden, my gaze averts towards the floor. It is a subtle
sign of my submission. My cock throbs harder, you take control. "Remove
everything but your underwear Mark."
You sit in a large chair as I comply. You gaze lock on to my motions. The
shirt was easy, I felt a flush as I slowly unbuttoned my olive drab shorts
and let them fall unceremoniously to the wooden floor. The tent of my
erection is clearly visible against my soft boxers. I gaze down and indeed
the is a small wet spot. You sit with a knee up throughout this process. A
fingernail gently stroking your thigh. Your nipples are still hard. There
is no need for talk. Over the weeks we have said everything to each other.
There is just desire and need for release.
"Lay on the floor" you order. A soft cotton rug is conveniently at my
feet. "you thought of everything" I thought. With out hesitation I comply. I
close my eyes as I am transported into the realm of the sensual. I hear you
rise, walk over and stand above me. You look into my eyes as you unsnap the
button, then pull down the zipper of your tight white shorts. One removed,
you remove your panties with a long pull. Since you did not bend you knees
to accomplish this, your ass spreads before my eyes. You wanted it to happen
this way. You are asserting your control. I know it. I enjoy it. I throb.
Recovering from that sight, the nest thing I know is that your feet are on
either side of my head. I sense your pelvis moving towards my face as your
knees touch the ground on the side of my ears. You are facing down my body
as my tongue makes contact with your soft inner thighs. Your hips roll. My
tongue reaches your lips, wet, aromatic, open.. You grind harder into my
face. You are no longer gentle. You are insistent. I develop a rhythm: up
from the bottom, firmly to the top, a soft circle around the top. Repeat.
After five such excursions you understand. The rhythm is yours to explore
and personalize. Up, around, and down. Over and over. You remove your top
and cup your full breasts. Pinching your nipples each time my tongue circles
your clitoris. I fell your muscles in your thighs tighten, your breath is
becoming shorter. MY hands reach around your buttocks. I spread them wide.
You are moaning, more and more. you hips are moving in an instinctual
rhythm. Closer and closer you get. My constant pace never slackens in tempo
or intensity. You reach down and feel my hard cock. the softness of the
silk contrasts sharply with the hardness underneath.
I sense you building more and more. The up, down, and around motion is
fully taking effect. You are lubricating freely and are very wet. I feel a
slight quiver in your stomach. I act quickly to insert a finger deeply into
you wet channel.. In and out in a rapid manner. This finger is not intended
to stay, just get wet. I circle your clit exclusively now. You are moaning
even louder. I with draw my finger one last time and move it to the entrance
of your anus. "Yes" is all you say. In a slight circular movement I
penetrate your nether hole. Still circling your clit I and making my tongue
firmer and firmer. Contact is only seconds away. As the second knuckle of
my index finger pushes its way into your ass, you cum. Your tense thighs
release and your weight fully falls onto my face. Your hair is askew as you
convulse. I can hardly breath. I do not stop. you will not let me. After
the initial orgasm, another one pops, totally surprising you. Your wetness
gushes onto me. We are hot and sweaty. You are just beginning. You eye my
cock. We lay together for a while. You finally decide to move. It is time
to abuse me. To exert control. You want to see me lick up my sperm.
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