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Subject: MARISSA Introduction and Chapter 1
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I don't know about you, but I like an introduction. I always wonder
where the author got the original idea.
Following is the original text of a post I saw in the A.S.S.
newsgroup. I was interested. Hey, it was an interesting post. I edited out
Mari's last name, email address, etc., but the post itself is unedited. Even
the few typos suggested to me a person in a hurry. At work? At college?
From: "Marissa _________" (Reply-To: MD904......(ALL EDITING MINE)
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Hmmm is houldnt be on this group at all, but i just cant resist.
No one seems to be writing the type of stories i want to read (but i guess
most are for males).
Is there anyone out there, an one of you great writers who can write me a
story? Then you can email it to me because i'm not usually on this group (no
time).
I'll describe the type of story i'd like. please dont make fun of it
because i'm sorry but this is what really turns me on. Its kind of based on
real life too!
A girl (you can use my name) enjoys masturbating but she is worried that
she does it too much so she is going to try to wait a long period of time (say
two weeks) without touching herself at all. She has a high sex drive though so
she encounters all kinds of difficulty in situations (the tub, in bed, etc) as
she tries desperately to resist temptation and make it the whole two weeks...
You could have it end any way you want hehehe what do you guys think
P.S. it doesnt have to be super-graphic, most girls arent into that.
P.P.S. arent there any women out there writing? i cant write, or i'd try to
write the story.
the best story emailed to me will get the author an "EMAIL KISS" and
i'll be his pen pal :)
thank you! bye!!
-Mari
Now, how many posts like that do you see in the average week? Yeah,
me too. I just couldn't pass this one up. BTW the characters in the story are
based pretty much on compulations of real-life people I've known. But, as they
say, that's another story. Here's _Marissa_, Chapter 1.
WARNING- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON'T
READ IT. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND.
Marissa
Chapter 1
Marissa marched into the shower room and headed straight for the first
empty stall, nodding a quick "hello" to a guy she knew from the dorm.
The co-ed shower was conveniently located down the hall from her room
on the second floor of the freshman dorm. A twenty second walk. Marissa
psyched herself as she walked. Joan of Arc, on her way to the stake. She
briefly wondered if Joan had had the habit. She shook it off. Marissa had
promised herself that she wouldn't masturbate in the shower, no matter what.
But the promise was made after an orgasm, when she was at peace. And now her
sexual hunger was fierce.
Taking off her robe, Marissa quickly stepped inside the shower stall. She
adjusted the water. "If I make this fast, I'll be all right."
With businesslike determination, she began to soap her arms, then under
her arms, then her stomach, purposely avoiding her breasts. Down the right
leg, around to her right cheek, across the small of her back and down the
crack to her anus. She washed it quickly, and got out of there. Almost done
and doing fine.
"This is a snap," she thought, "nothing to it." Removing all thought from
her mind, she began to soap her breasts. After six days without an orgasm,
the nipple sensitivity was excruciating. "Just soap them once, you don't work
in a coal mine." Rinse. Rinse. "O.K. here we go...I'm under control..I'm just
so strong."
She pushed the dispenser, and liquid soap squirted into her right palm.
Thinking, she transferred it to her left; the one she didn't masturbate with.
Taking a breath, Marissa began soaping her rich, dark, pubic hair, conciously
avoiding her clitoris. Then, reaching underneath, she washed both lips. They
responded as usual, thickening under her touch. She could feel herself opening
slightly.
"Just makes the job easier," she thought, "I'm doing fine."
Her middle finger washed between the lips. She soaped away the
slippery wetness. It was replaced by more. Her sexual excitement was building
and the reptile that lived in the base of her brain was massaging her pleasure
center and whispering to her, telling her how much better she'll feel after
her orgasm. Enough! Now the part she was dreading. Bending her pelvis up to
give herself better access, Marissa parted the lips, exposing her clitoris.
"Please God, give me the strength." In one quick motion, she skinned it
back, exposing the glans, and then, bracing herself, she let the water hit it.
It was almost more than she could bear, and she was overcome with the urge to
give in. "Just a few more seconds, I can last," she thought, as she quickly
washed it. Turning away from the water, she gratefully released the hood.
She'd made it.
Looking down, she could see the crimson tip, swollen and pulsating,
still protruding from under the hood. Slowly, as she watched, it returned to
its hiding place.
Returning to her room, Mari dressed quickly in shorts and a tee-shirt,
and decided to go up top. There were chairs and chaise lounges scattered over
the dorm's flat roof, and it was a great place for studying. Being at college
on a scholarship, she took her studies seriously.
Selecting a chaise in the shade, next to the little house that hid the
air conditioning system, Marissa began studying, methodically preparing for
her next class. After she was certain she had the material down cold, she put
the book aside.
Stretching out in the chaise lounge, Marissa thought about how lucky
she was. Her excellent grades earned her a scholarship to a prestigious Big
Ten school, and she loved college life. Her serious study habits made her a
success academically, and her outgoing personality ensured that she was well
liked by her friends.
At eighteen, with her radiant smile and flashing dark eyes, Marissa
was still a virgin. But it wasn't for lack of male attention.
She was five-foot seven, and walked with an unstudied sensuality that had
fueled the fantasies of half the guys on campus. And she was well aware of the
stir she caused in the co-ed shower.
The atmosphere of relaxed nudity maintained in the shower room was a
powerful drug for Marissa. She'd take off her robe and allow one of the guys
to engage her in conversation. Inevitably, they'd be joined by others, some
talking, but most just standing there looking, secure in the protection of the
crowd. She'd watch them struggling to appear nonchalant, trying to control
their obvious excitement, talking rubbish as glistening drops of pre-cum
formed on the heads of their flaccid dicks.
The thought that her naked body was having such a profound effect on
them would get her so hot that she couldn't wait to get herself off. When she
couldn't stand it anymore, she'd step into the stall and take her shower,
letting her soapy hands excite her further.
She would have preferred to masturbate right there in the shower
stall, but she was afraid someone would open the curtain, and she'd be caught.
So, using the anticipation of the pleasure she was shortly to give herself,
Marissa would hold off.
By the time she got back to her dorm room, Marissa would be
desperate. Never knowing when her roommate would appear, she'd run into the
bathroom, carefully lock the door, rip off her robe, and masturbate furiously,
thinking of how the boys who had seen her naked body, her buck-naked body,
were masturbating themselves right then, unable to control themselves, she had
gotten them so hot.
It was actually a variation on this same scenario, only hotter...much
hotter, that had resulted in Marissa's last orgasm, six days before. Like a
moth flying around a flame, instinctively sensing the danger of its activity,
but somehow unable to resist, Marissa, laying innocently in the chaise lounge,
closed her eyes and allowed herself to remember...
End of Chapter 1.
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