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THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS
by Patrick Donovan
E-mail: <drwho@world.std.com>
(c) 1993 - Black Angora Press
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Cinnamon
Patrick Donovan
drwho@world.std.com
for A.
Section B:
You begin to drift off again, still weak. I lean forward and lower my
mouth towards you face, placing a kiss tenderly on your cheek. You slowly
turn your head and catch my own cheek with a peck and then smile. You
reach up to my face and caress the thin beard covering my jaw and chin,
your touch sending shivers down my back. The look in your eyes speaks
volumes about your desire for that moment and our mouths move together for
the first time. Oh, Alicia, where did you learn to kiss! The fire from
your lips is nearly as hot as the inferno that smolders between your legs,
searing my nerves with every movement of your soft, silky mouth.
Before long your tongue eases its way in and begins to search for
mine. As they clash, you taste the sweetness of your own bodily nectar and
realize what it is. The thought of your lubricant covering my face when
you came only fans the fires of your passion and you wrench your mouth free
of mine in order to explore my face and clean every last drop of honey from
it. I can barely withstand the onslaught of your kisses. You push me up
to my knees and face me on equal terms and I get another clear look at the
incredible, succulent beauty of your full, ripe breasts. How I long to
feel them against my bare skin!
As if reading my mind, Alicia, you reach out and unbind my towel.
Before my fear can register an action, you remove the only remaining
boundary between us. My embarrassment at knowing you are seeing my
nakedness, observing my arousal in the form of a semi-erect penis and loose
scrotum, causes me to flush red all over.
You only find my shyness more romantic and bring yourself closer to
me. Just as the tips of your breasts touch my chest, I close my eyes and
savor the moment: rough, rubbery nipples scrape my midriff, followed by
the warmth of your bosoms flattening against me. Your arms lovingly
encircle me, like silken snakes slithering over my back you embrace me.
Your tender, moist lips touch my throat and your right hand clasps the back
of my neck. My own arms find their way around you: one hand on your
shoulder blade and the other draped over one of your buttocks. I gasp when
your teeth sink into my earlobe. Then your tongue probes my ear. Then you
bite your way across my cheek to my mouth and you begin kissing me with
ferocious grunts and tug at my lips lightly with your teeth. My heart
begins to race as I realize this is turning into a moment of animal lust.
I respond in kind.
A sudden surge of passionate aggression swells up in me and I begin to
push you down toward the towels, but you respond like a tiger and knock me
backwards onto my ass. Before I can find a grip or balance, you pounce on
me, pushing me all the way down on my back. Like a conquering predator, you
swing your legs over and straddle me, leaning forward with your hands on my
shoulders, pinning me down. There is a feral look of passion and lust in
your eyes. Your breasts sway like bags of water near my face. I can feel
the roughness of your pubic hair brushing the tip of my now-hardened penis.
I wonder if you realize at all how close we are to joining at this very
moment. It is all I can do to repress the urge to thrust upwards into your
body and merge with you.
But after few moments, the look in your eyes fades from feral animal
to passion-filled lover and you release my shoulders, settling back onto
your haunches -- and onto my erection. You gasp as the tip penetrates your
slickened labia. You seem caught in a dilemma as you move your hips back
and forth, spreading the lubricant all over the tip of my manhood, yet not
giving into your urge to simply plunge down over me. What are you waiting
for?
As if summoning up all your energy, you force yourself to climb off of
me and crawl towards the low-burning fire. Reaching into the can you left
near the edge of the fire, you pull out some kind of plastic tube. Tossing
back and forth between your hands as if it is still hot, you come back
towards me. The look in your eyes is now one of playfullness.
"What are you doing, Alicia?" I ask, genuinely curious.
You smile in an evilly-humorous way. "It's my turn to have a little
fun, dear -- sweet -- Patrick."
You kneel at my side and open the tube, pouring a small amount of the
contents into your palm and rubbing your hands together. Almost immediately
the air is filled with the pungent fragrance of cinnamon. Your hands
descend towards my neck and clasp around it, kneading your fingers into my
skin. The oil seems to burn its way into me in a very pleasant, almost
sensually-intoxicating way. As you draw your hands down my chest, spreading
the liquid over every bare spot I have, I feel a tingling sensation slowly
following the path of your palms. The pleasure of the oil charges me with
a heat I have never known before. You spread the last of the current dose
of cinnamon oil across my belly and down to just above my pubic hair. Even
this close to my center of passion it is almost unbearable, the sensual
tingling and pleasure/pain of the spicy substance.
You squirt another dab of oil into your hand and begin again, this
time on my legs. Down the side of my leg you go, then back up the middle,
purposely avoiding my genitals with each pass, causing me greater
frustration as the heat rises inside me. You do the same with my other
leg. By the time you reach my groin, I am hard as a rock and twitching
with intense desire, a dab of pre-cum glistening at the very tip of my
member. In a fit of teasing you flick your tongue over the head of my
penis and I gasp. You smile, pleased at the power you now wield over me.
Slipping between my legs, you prepare another handful of the liquid
heat and lower it towards my sex. I can feel myself trembling in
anticipation, but instead of surrounding my manhood with your delicate
touch, you clasp your hand over my testicles. Swirling it gently around my
sac, you spread the fiery cream into every pore and crevice of my scrotum.
The skin, which had been firm before your touch me, is now leathery and
tight, the spices of the oil soaking in and pleasantly irritating my
sensitive flesh. Within moments I am drawing gasps of air as the burning
seems to penetrate to my testicles.
My legs start to writhe, wrapping around your shoulders and causing
you to move forward. Your hand remains on me, tenderly massaging my center
of life, and you begin kissing your way up my abdomen. The oil on my legs
and stomach begins to rub onto you as your body moves over mine. Your
swaying breasts brush against my penis, teasing it even further. My legs
slide down your back and over your bottom, spreading more oil over your
skin. I try to draw you upward, urging you to mount me, but you resist,
moving your kisses back down towards my sex. This time you don't stop to
tease me and the path of tender touches continues up the shaft of my
member. Even the tiny amount of cinnamon oil on your lips is enough to
inflame my erection, yet you have further plans for your chosen tool of
passion. Briefly ceasing your ministrations to my body, you reach out and
take the tube one more time, putting the mouth of it into your own and
squeezing it firmly. You run your tongue around your lips and inside your
mouth, the salve obviously burning inside. Then your hand grasps the base
of my manhood and I suddenly have an inkling of what you're planning to do
but, before I can even draw a breath or prepare in any way, your mouth
plunges down over me and I am engulfed.
"Aaaliiiciaa!" I cry out, shuddering under the strain of the intense
heat, both sensual and physical.
Every part of my genitals begins to swell with passion, preparing for
an imminent climax. This is like nothing I have experienced. The heat
from the oil is burning a hole in my soul, driving all my senses toward
overload. My hips and buttocks begin to roll, pumping my penis back and
forth inside your mouth: gently at first, but becoming rougher as the pace
increases. You add to the tension and heat by stroking the loose skin of
my member up and down in your firm grasp. I feel something churning inside
me and I wonder how long I can hold out or even if I should try.
I am so intrigued by what you are doing to me that I prop myself up
with my shuddering arms and look down between my legs to watch. My lower
region is all red, inflamed by the spicy fluid, or is it my passion for you
which has made it so sanguine? Your dark curls drape like a wind- blown
curtain around the action, occasionally allowing me to see your mouth
moving steadily up and down over my shaft, one hand continuing to tug on my
cock and the other manipulating my testicles. Occasionally you lift your
eyes to mine and smile. I can see you're enjoying the effect you have on
me.
Oh, Alicia, what must it be like for you to taste me, to have my most
sensitive part in your mouth? Do you really know the power you have over
me at this moment? Do you know about the things you're making happen
inside my body? About the millions of sperm that are being prepared for
release? Or the fluids building up behind my prostate gland, ready to
issue forth from my body into yours? Or does it matter? Does anything
matter but the pleasure you are giving me and the pleasure you receive from
that giving?
My arms give out and I fall back, lost in the ecstasy of your gift.
My hips are now moving without any conscious control from me and the
pressure behind my balls is so intense that I'm resigned to coming any
second. I wonder what you will experience when I climax in your hot,
teasing mouth?
"Oh! Oh God, Alicia!" I cry as I feel the throbbing begin.
Suddenly, just as I am about to ejaculate, you pull your hands and
mouth completely away from my penis and testicles. The throbbing starts to
die away, though a few small streams of semen spill down my shaft. The
passion in my loins begins to ebb, almost painfully.
Panting, I manage to grunt, "Alicia...oh God, what did you do that
for? I was so close." I'm really not upset, but the shock of the
interruption was even more disorienting than the near-orgasm I just
experienced.
Without answering you crawl over me on all fours, brushing your bosoms
roughly against my hardness. As you mount me, I feel your knees spread
apart and straddle my hips. Instinctively I close my legs as you rest your
bottom on my thighs, the shaft of my member nestling against your burning
forest. Once settled into place you sit up, resting back on your heels,
pressing the underside of my penis between your parted labia and my swollen
scrotum into your moist anus.
You rock back and forth on top of me, like a domineering angel. The
smile on your face one of triumph and pleasure, but my attention is soon
drawn to your beautifully-endowed breasts. They each shimmer with just a
hint of the cinnamon oil and sweat from my body. My hunger for them grows
and I raise myself up to feast on them, but just as I am ready to plunge my
lips upon a piece of your succulent fruit, you growl and throw me back to
the ground, pinning me with your hands. The look on your face and in your
eyes has gone again from passionate and loving to animal and feral. I
fight against your grip, but you push me back down again. My right hand
falls to the ground against something warm and smooth. I grasp it, hoping
it is something I can use to divert your attention, only to discover it is
the tube of cinnamon oil that you have been using to arouse and control me.
Then an idea hits me. Turnabout is fair play.
I begin to struggle against you, fervently trying to sit up, hoping to
force you to concentrate on your arms and shoulders to keep me down. As we
move together, the force of your hips lessens and I can feel your slick sex
gliding up and down along the underside of my cock. With sudden speed I
reach down between us and grasp the base of my penis and tilt the organ
upwards. You try to force me back down with your hips and buttocks, but
too late you realize that I've tricked you into plunging yourself right
down on top of me, shoving my seven inch hardness right up inside your
birth canal.
"Uhhhhhhhhnnn!" you cry out. The sudden penetration, coupled with the
thick layer of cinnamon oil coating my member and its effect on the walls
of your vagina, equals a feeling of excruciatingly painful pleasure
erupting inside your loins and racing throughout your body.
But my revenge doesn't end there. Even as you arch your back in
ecstasy, I grab the tube of lotion and squirt an ample amount into one hand
and then rub them both together. As your mind reels from the incredible
pleasures between your legs, it is confronted with the new sensation: that
of my oily hands clasping your beautiful breasts. New sensations of spicy
heat race through your body, rebounding off the waves from your loins and
creating a cascade of pleasure that builds to a climax...a true climax of
the most powerful kind. I can feel your vagina as it clasps my erection
with silken ripples. Your hips and buttocks jerk, slamming your body down
on top of me over and over again. The grunts coming from your throat seem
so primitive and guttural, yet are sufficiently indicative of your passion
that I don't need to look into your eyes to know you are experiencing
intense pleasure.
My hands release your bust, having coated it thoroughly with spice,
and slip around to your pounding ass. I grip the shuddering globes as best
I can, but the slipperiness of my hands, combined with the shaking of your
bottom, only serves to spread the lubricant everywhere. To my advantage,
though, I manage to smear some of the oil into your anal cleft and I begin
to work one of my fingers up into your body. The introduction of a new
pleasure in a new place sends you over the edge once more. You cry out.
"Paaaaaaaa-trick!"
Inside your rectum I can feel the walls pulsating in time to the
rhythm of your vagina. It throbs with an intensity that could scream if it
were sentient. Your anus also beats in tempo with your orgasm. Every
muscle in your body sings to the music of your passion.
The last waves of your climax produce the most startling result yet.
As your hips and bottom begin to slow down, nearly worn out, you feel one
more surge come over you. It is so strong that you are forced to raise
yourself off of me, pulling my finger from inside you as well. Taken off
guard, we both look down between our bodies. My penis is glistening, your
silken hairs are matted. Suddenly a gush of clear fluid sprays out over my
genitals. Then another, and another. Inside you feel something tugging in
your loins, but it isn't the familiar twinge of vaginal orgasm. It is
something different. Almost like peeing, but not quite, and it feels
absolutely heavenly! Two or three more showers erupt from your urethra,
completely soaking not only me, but you, your sex and the towels.
With a tremendous effort, you lower yourself onto my penis one more
time, but you can no longer hold yourself up. Your arms buckle and you
collapse on top of me: your body still shuddering, your knees gripping my
hips like a vice and your sex continuing to pulse around me as if it is
trying to milk me. Perhaps it is. Your bosoms press firmly into my chest
and you lay your head on my collarbone. As I find myself starting to move
inside you again, I can hear you breathing heavily and feel your heartbeat
pounding through the flesh of your breasts. The you whisper in the most
passionate way.
"Patrick...oh, Patrick...dear God, Patrick."
After holding back for so long, my own centers of pleasure go into
overdrive and bring me nearer to my own climax. Having wiped some of the
oil away, I am able to get a firm grip on your bottom now with both hands.
Your words have pushed me over the edge. My cock swells inside your sex
and you feel it grow, filling the length of your birth canal, from labia to
cervix. Somewhere inside you find the energy to raise yourself on top of
me one more time. You are so drained, but you do this for me, so I can see
your face. So I can see the eyes that are beckoning me to come inside you.
The thought of all that liquid issuing forth into your body is so
compelling, the image so vivid in my mind. I want to, Alicia. I want to
come within your body so badly I can feel it. Yes, yes! Now it's
happening. Our bodies, joined in the most intimate way, are coming
together, becoming one. I feel the floodgates opening, Alicia, and the
swift torrent is nearly here!
"Oh God, Aliciaaaaa!" I scream. "Coming, COMING!!! Love - you,
A-li-cia!!!"
All the parts of my body do their job. Sperm swim, glands pulse,
fluids mix, organs throb -- like a biological symphony -- all because of
you. Within the smooth tunnel of your vagina, the miracle of love happens.
My passion and love flow through the tiny pipeline of my urethra and out
into your body. All along the deep passage from the outside world to the
mouth of your womb it spills. Despite the numbness from the cinnamon, you
can feel the pounding of my climax and sense the heat from my semen as it
spurts into you. Again and again I pulse, each time sending less and less
of my seed into your womanhood. My passion slowly diminishes, passed on
from my soul into yours.
Soon we are quaking, trembling in the afterglow of love and strained
muscles. You lay atop me for a long time, running your fingers through my
hair and occasionally kissing me meekly. Eventually, my diminishing
erection slips out of you and lays still over my soaked testicles. You
slide off of me and lay your head on my shoulder. I stroke your cheek
tenderly, brush your hair out of your eyes and clasp my hand to the back of
your head. Within minutes, as the moon begins to rise over the rocks, we
fall asleep.
CONTINUED
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Cinnamon
Patrick Donovan
Section B
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