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From: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother Cadfael)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated
Subject: 'Heart'{Brother_Cadfael} [ MF cons oral ]
Keywords: sex oral stories erotic erotica text heterosexual consentual
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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is
intended for a mature audience.
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Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing.
MF, con, oral {Brother_Cadfael@Earthcorp.com}
| AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote the following on 11/16/94, when I was 17. |
| It was written for a young girl in my city who I met on the |
| computer. She was 19 at the time and a mother of one. While we |
| maintained a completely innocent friendship for about 6 months, it |
| eventually became more. She left her husband (who was across the |
| country in military boot-camp at the time) to be with me. It was |
| not something that either of us planned, but neither were we |
| innocent. She claimed that my 'sensitivity' and my 'creativity' |
| was very evident to her from this short piece and that it was one |
| of the reasons she fell in love with me. |
| |
| I bring this up at this point, because I intend to compile an |
| account of my relationship with her in the near future and will |
| publish it in this newsgroup. |
| |
| This is one of only two erotic pieces that I have ever written, so |
| any complements or constructive criticism you may send along to me |
| will be greatly appreciated. |
| |
| Brother_Cadfael@Earthcorp.com |
I watch you from the doorway. You're laying in bed, reading something.
A thick book. You hover by the light, which causes an almost magical
glimmer that reflects off your wine-brown hair. I don't think that you
notice me, so I just sit and admire your beauty for awhile.
I walk into the room and lay at the foot of the bed. You pay no
attention to me and continue to read. You soon feel the gentleness of
my hand caressing your smooth leg. I know that it's turning you on,
but you act like it's not. You still don't even acknowledge that I'm
in the same room with you. My hand moves slowly up your body. I push
your night-shirt up slightly with every inch of ground that my tender
hands gain.
Still, you refuse to give in . . .
You now feel my hand slipping around your leg, to your inner thigh. I
think that I've got you now. You squirm slightly. Just enough so that
I can tell that this is having some effect, but not enough that you
could not deny it.
The pressure that grows between my legs, is so powerful that I have
to fight every urge not to lay you on your back and push myself
deeply into you. I won't do that. Not now, at least. I want to please
you first. I want to indulge myself in the slightly bitter nectar
that you will soon produce for me. I want to see you writhe in
indescribable ecstasy and hear your soft sensuous moans.
I rub my hand in circles for a second, and then draw away from your
thighs. You let out a slow, deep breath. I think that you were trying
to hold it in so that I would not suspect the pleasure that you are
feeling. I know that you're not reading now, because although you hold
the book in front of your face, your eyes are closed.
I run both of my hands back down to your calves and replace them with
my tongue and lips. I first kiss your knee. Then the other one. My
tongue slides up to your thigh at an excruciatingly slow pace. By the
time I reach your thighs again, you are gripping the sheets with your
hands clenched in fists. You're holding your breath again; trying to
fool me. I look up from my task to see how wonderful your breasts
look when they are heaved up into the air, because of your holding it
all in.
My face is now between your thighs and my hands grip your smooth
derriere. Obviously, you have recently come out of the shower. You
smell so fresh and clean, like life itself. I kiss your thighs, both
of them, several times and let my slick tongue wet them.
You have held strong thus far. I must tell you, I had expected you
to be such easy prey due to the relaxed circumstances that you were
in before I started in on you.
However, I have yet to attain my pre-established goal.
I take my tongue as far as the first bit of hair that surrounds your
treasure. I'm careful not to brush against the center of your
miniature universe. I must first bring desire to the tip of your
tongue. To the tips of your fingers. I must cultivate the desire from
within the very depth of your soul. I must nourish it as a mother
would her newborn.
I can feel you tense up even more as I bring my tongue so close. So
close that it seems to waver on the edge of eternity; only a small
beacon of light that you reach for with every molecule of your being.
I lift my lips from your silky skin. You can just barely sense the
slight wind of my breath against your hooded prize. I'm ready to take
you one step further along the path of sensuality that the gods
themselves have paved with golden stones.
My tongue darts from between my lips and strikes your swelling
clitoris. It's so fast that you're not even sure that it happened. As
far as you can tell, this could just be a fantasy that your mind has
chosen for you to experience. But I know better than that.
I strike again. And again. I continue until you have become used to
the rhythm of my tongue against you. I slip my tongue into your
belly-button and that causes you to buck your hips gently. I move my
tongue along the deft beauty of your body until I reach your breasts
and . . .
-fin-
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