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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
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Please pardon the lengthy header.
BitBard has informed me of several more missing stories from earlier in 1996.
These did
not appear in Celeste's Cumulative Monthly List posted in late July, since
that list
began with March. The additional "missing" stories are from January and
February, 1996.
As before, I'll repost those I have in my archive with a request to others to
try to
locate the remaining ones. My new batch of found stories includes:
Dark Nights I {jash}
Paying the Price {Javahead}
Thanksgiving 1-3 {Tom}
Snowbound {A. Van Peebles}
Hot on the Trail - Who in the World is Celeste802? {Backrub + Tammy Ng}
A Guest of Celeste {Ted}, part 2 of 2 only
Previously reposted:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
STILL MISSING:
(Note: I'm a couple of days behind on reading this newsgroup, so some of these
may have been posted by others.)
Natalie by Daniel Shechori
Carol & Tom by Nom de Plume
A Guest of Celeste by Ted, Part 1
Making a Splash by I Robert
Dispensation of Grace by Horangi, Parts 1,2
Under the Table by DOLFAN353
'D' Is for Driving by Dulcinea (I can't BELIEVE I'm missing a Dulcinea
story!)
Zipless Fuck by Doug
Two final notes:
1. Don't bother asking me to send you stories. I won't. I might make an
exception for FOC'ers (Friends of Celeste).
2. I've included the original headers for historical purposes if I have them.
Many of the addresses are invalid by this date.
Best,
Titmouse
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11 Dec 94 12:01:44 CDT alt.sex.stories Note 392 of 471
Article 8846 REPOST: DarkNites I No responses
jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu Still Waters... at University of Kansas Academic
Compu
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This is dedicated to all of you who have wished for more fantasies
writen by women..
I've been writing for sometime but this is first attempt at posting
my work. So far, they've all been writen especially for someone! I call
this series the DarkNites series (melodramatic, isn't it!) and its
basically a collection of stories with different characters and styles.
But if you look closely, there's a common thread running through all of
them.
I'm always looking for critiques (even flames!!) so feel free to
write to me at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu... I have no problem with people
e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name remains with it.
And for those of you who suffer under the delusion that women
engineers can't possibly be sensual...
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DarkNites I
The slap reverberated around the room. Jason gritted his teeth trying
desperately to keep hold of his temper. Daphne started towards the door but
Jason caught hold of her wrist, his eyes steely.
"You're not going anywhere until we've got this settled. Daphne
glanced coolly at his hand and then back to his face. Then she brought her
foot down on his. Hard.
Jason gave a furious growl and exploded into action. Grabbing her,
he swept her off her her feet and headed toward the bedroom. Daphne
gasped in anger.
"How dare you!", she bit out, starting to jerk and kick as violently
as
possible. Daphne knew that she would probably hit the floor hard but she
didn't care. Luckily for her, they had reached the bed when she finally
came loose and landed on the bed.
He was on her in a second, his body pinning her to the bed, his mouth
finding hers. With a muffled cry of rage, she jerked her head away and got
her first good look at him. He loomed over her, the fury in his eyes telling
her more than words ever could that he was very, very serious about this.
She went cold.
"Damn you, Jason. This is rape!" Very deliberately, he shook his
head. "No, this won't be rape," he answered quietly, "Because, I'm going to
make you beg for me, over and over again."
Daphne gave an incredulous laugh. "Never." she replied scathingly,
"You're crazy if you think you'll ever hear ME beg!"
"Before this night is over," he promised softly, "You will."
She threw all her strength at him, surprise on her side, heaving
him off her. He rolled off the bed but caught her arm and dragged her off
with him. They hit the floor hard, Daphne lying momentarily stunned, the
breath knocked out of her. It gave Jason enough time to flip her over, get
to her zip, and yank her gown to her waist.
She drew in a breath of outrage before fighting to free her arms,
trapped in the tangled sleeves. Jason took the moment to tear his shirt
off, a couple of buttons bouncing on the floor, and reached for his trousers.
Daphne finally managed to get her hands free and shoved her gown
the rest of the way. Now unhampered, she sat up and backhanded him,
knocking him off balance.
"You bastard!", she snarled as she sprang to her feet and took off.
She sprinted half-naked through the living room and had thrown open the
closet door to grab her coat when she was jerked back and thrown over his
shoulder in a fireman's lift.
"Goddamn you, Jason", she yelled, coat dangling from her fingers,
"You'll never get away with this." The next moment she was flying through
the air, landing on the bed with a thump. He advanced purposely towards
her but she was ready for him.
She kicked out with her strong legs, catching him in the stomach. He
doubled over with a loud whoosh while she scrambled for the other side of
the bed. Unfortunately for her, Jason flung himself across the bed,
grabbed hold of her ankle and hauled her ignominiously, inch by inch, back
into bed.
Truly desperately now, she sat up and tried to backhand him again
but her wrist was caught in an iron grip. Instinctively, she tried to pull
his hand off. A bad move. Effortlessly he caught her other hand, then
pulled them high over her head, forcing her down with his body.
Gasping, Daphne strained her muscles, desperately trying to raise
her arms as he leant over her to pick something off his bedside table. She
only glanced up in horror as something soft wrapped around her wrists and
tightened. Jason swiftly finished tying the ends of his silk tie to the
brass bedstead before drawing back, panting, to finger his bruised jaw.
It was only then that real, dark rage washed over her. Jason saw
it swirl into her eyes, the power of it exciting to behold. She was now a
truly dangerous woman.
"You will pay for this", she promised softly, dangerously. "If it
takes
forever, you will pay for this." Jason's eyes swept slowly over her body,
sending blood rushing to the surface of her skin.
"Right at this moment, my dear", he answered derisively, " I don't
give a damn."
He backed away and started to finish undressing. Cheeks flaming,
Daphne closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her face impassive.
She had never felt so defenseless as she lay there tied to the bed, clad
only in her underwear. But the one thing that had her cringing was that
she was already moist and ready for him. The fact that she had been so
physically aroused by their tussle humiliated her almost unbearably.
Jason was already regretting putting her through such humiliation,
but no matter how much he loved and understood her stubborn pride, Jason
knew that he would have to teach her a lesson now or she would forever be
treating him as a punching bag. And whether he liked it or not, he was
already too aroused to stop.
She felt it when he slid into bed beside her, warm and vibrant. She
stiffened, prepared for the assault. Then unexpectedly, she felt his hand
slide slowly but surely down her side. She cursed herself furiously. With
that simple gesture, he had successfully set her entire nervous system
tingling unmercifully.
Jason moved in closer and smiled. He loved strapless bras. They
seemed to epitomise feminity to him because they were held up by nothing
but a woman's natural curves. He rubbed his cheek lightly against the
fabric. Black lace. Very fine and very soft. Sensuously, he lifted a finger
and gently outlined the edge of the lace, traveling up the gentle slope and
then down into the perfumed valley between her breasts. Slowly, he
curled his finger under the flimsy lace. Then he ripped it off.
Her eyes flew open in shock as his mouth slashed down on hers.
Ruthlessly he plundered her mouth, trying to provoke her into a response.
she began to fight him; kiss for kiss, bite for bite.
Swiftly, he dragged his mouth from hers, trailing a line of hot kisses
down to her throat. Suddenly, he sensed the power flow back into her so
he was ready when her taut body shifted beneath him, then arc in a vain
attempt to throw him off. Jason put his weight on her, forcing her down,
then nipped her neck sharply, leaving a clear red bruise.
Daphne closed her eyes again in misery. There was pain here
aplenty, in her as shame and in him as regret. But the worst of it all was
that they were both too emotionally involved to stop now.
Her breath started coming in pants as his mouth began to move
over her collarbone, his hands holding her steady beneath him. He reached
one ivory breast and teasingly began to draw wet circles around her rosy
nipple with his tongue. Delicately, he taunted her as he danced nearer then
further from her sensitized peaks, making her fight to keep in control of
herself.
Then just as suddenly as he came, the teasing lover was gone as
Jason finally claimed her throbbing nipple. Daphne managed to swallow a
cry but lost control of her body as Jason drew on her peak harder and
harder. Gasping, she arched like a bow as Jason swirled his tongue around
her, sending hot lighting streaking down to her groin.
Then as if he understood, his knee pressed down between her legs, a
second before she could lock her ankles together. She knew she could
never resist an attack from that quarter, so she squeezed her thighs
together in a last, heroic attempt to thwart his questing hands. Easily, he
parted them once more, moving his leg up and letting his hand trail over
her stomach into the wetness between her legs.
The double stimulation was too much for her to tensed body to bear.
A stifled cry burst from her as she arched into his body, her hands
twisting and jerking futilely above her. Kissing her nipples and finding
the perfect rhythm with his fingers, Jason kept her senses at fever pitch,
reveling in the feel of her body moving beneath his.
Then suddenly, he slipped his fingers into her. Daphne froze, every
muscle in her body tensing up as she focused on that secret part of
herself. Jason raised his head from her breasts to better concentrate on
her and what he was about to do.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers slid in and out of her, his thumb
carefully brushing against her clitoris. Gasping, she responded to the
rhythm, every movement an agony for her, as tense muscles strained to
move to the painfully slow motion of his skillful fingers.
Ruthlessly, he gave her a taste of heaven before pulling her back
again and again. Quiet now, Daphne lay exhausted beneath him; but not for
long. Suddenly, she felt the strength flow back into her. It was time to
fight back. Desperation giving her the edge she needed, Daphne used her
inner instincts, so long untouched, to tempt him, to break his control.
Sensuously, her body a supple rope, she pressed her groin to his manhood,
erotically widening her legs and clasping his hips in sweet invitation.
She felt him shudder and the sweet taste of victory filled her as he
withdrew his fingers, slick with her fluids and braced himself over her.
Then to her chagrin, his lips found her shoulder and made the descent over
her breasts and stomach, seeking out the source of her sexuality.
Swiftly, he found her throbbing clitoris with his tongue, holding her
taut body steady beneath him. In response, she tossed her head from
side to side, desperately biting her lip to keep from crying out at every
rasp of his tongue against her most sensitive spot. Over and over, never
letting up, he thrust and teased his tongue against her flesh, tasting
every single inch of her. Faster and wilder he went until she felt herself
begin to stiffen with the onslaught of her climax. Then he stopped.
With a frustrated cry, she opened her eyes to see him bending over
her, his eyes reflecting the same feverish glitter she felt within herself.
"I want an apology. Now.", he rasped, his voice hoarse. Daphne stared
at him uncomprehendingly before it hit her.
"Damn you Jason," she choked out. "We were making love, for God's
sake."
"You knew well enough what I wanted before we started this", he
replied angrily. "Now it's time to deliver".
"And I said never", she bit out. "I meant it!"
Jason stood up and picked up his trousers, swiftly pulling them on.
When he was done, he stood over her for a second before swinging around
and walking away. However, when he reached the doorway, he stopped and
braced one fist against the jamb, standing stiffly with his head bowed.
The dim lamplight cast shadows over him but showed his back muscles
working as he struggled with his own unfulfilled desire.
Daphne's voice shut down in shock as she watched him go. Pride
and dignity fought a valiant battle with physical needs but unfortunately,
she was too far gone to overcome her own arousal. Drawing in a shaky
breath, she found her voice and croaked his name. Jason turned but
stood motionless.
"I'm willing to apologize but if what you really want is to hear me
beg, then go!"
Jason walked back to the bed and stopped, looking down at her.
"Then say it".
Daphne took a deep breath and gathered the tattered remants of her
dignity about her.
"I'm sorry for saying the things I did. It was cruel of me and I should
have been above it." "Even if you did deserve it", she finished stoutly.
Jason stood motionless for a few seconds before his shoulders
started to shake in silent laughter.
"Only you", he said half to himself. "Only you could apologize
without really apologizing and get away with it."
The next minute, he was naked and in bed with her. His mouth
slashed down on hers as he took up where he left off. Swiftly, he
plundered her mouth, making her respond to him fully before moving atop
her and parting her legs.
Tantalizingly, he let her feel what she craved, rubbing her
intimately with his manhood. Too aroused to enjoy his teasing, Daphne
was rapidly losing her grip on her temper so she hardly realised it when
the bonds around her wrists loosened and came off. Free, her hands came
down to clasp him to her. Without warning, one slim hand curved and then
raked viciously down his back, drawing blood.
Jason jerked in pain but otherwise did not break contact as he began
to lift her until they were both kneeling in bed. Swiftly, his lips left hers
and roamed over her skin, seeking her most sensitive spots. Daphne
moaned, arching her head back as the most delicious sensations flowed
erotically through her. When she couldn't take any more, she broke away
and started on him.
Her lips found his shoulder and teased that ultra-sensitive hollow of
his until he was groaning at each little probe of her tongue. She trailed
lower to his nipples, half hidden in the hair on his chest. Already stiff,
she didn't have to do much to have him shuddering beside her as her hands
and lips showed him that she too, knew his body well.
Jason was exhilarated, strength flowing back into him at every
intimate stroke of her hands. She had never seemed so beautiful as she
did now, cheeks flushed, skin glowing in the lamplight and eyes....
eyes drowning him with sheer sensuality. She was Venus to him.
He let his hands drift over her, settling at her waist to hold her to
him. Then he bodily lifted her, sliding her down slowly his body, directly
onto his throbbing shaft. Daphne cried out at contact, her hands braced on
his shoulders to keep her balance, then threw her head back, gasping as
he filled her.
"Oh God, Jason", she groaned. "I can't take this slowly. Not now."
Thankfully, they fell back in bed. There would be other times to take it
slow. Now, neither of them had the stamina to tiltilate, to drive the
other slowly crazy with desire. This time was for speed and pure lust.
Jason withdrew and plunged into her again, her tightness enveloping
him with such sweet ecstasy. Daphne arched into him, reaching wantonly
for him. "Harder, deeper", she gasped into his ear, finally sending him over
the edge.
He felt the power surge within him, felt his blood go hot and wild.
His taut body was demanding satisfaction and nothing would be able to
stop the wildness in him now. When he next came to her, she cried out in
sheer pleasure, lifting her legs to allow him greater penetration. She bit
into his shoulder, goading him on as he thrust powerfully into her, her
body absorbing the shock of collision. Deeper and harder he thrust until
she could no longer hold back her cries of fulfilment. It had never been so
primitive before, just a man and a woman slaking an unendurable lust.
Jason had lost what grip he had left on his sanity. She had driven
him wild as surely as he had her earlier. He plunged into her, each stroke
more powerful than the last. He needed the heat, the essence of her. And
then ... he fell her muscles contract.
Daphne cried out his name as she peaked, her body shuddering with
the force of it. She arched up, head thrown back as her body seemed to
explode with the pressure. She had just come down when she was swept
up again to a fresh climax.
Jason could hold back no longer. The contractions within her had
been his undoing. All he could do was to bury his face in her shoulder and
go with the madness.
When it was all over, they still lay entwined, washed in the warm
afterglow of love. Jason made as if to withdraw but she held him back.
"Don't go. Stay with me awhile", she said, softly nibbling his ear.
"But won't I be too heavy for you?", asked Jason in mock innocence.
In answer, Daphne pulled him down to meet her lips.
Strangely enough, the thought of him within her was more
comforting than exciting. Buried here, in his warm embrace, she felt
loved, even after what he had done. Suddenly remembering what had
happened, made her resentment rise but she forced it down. There would
be time for revenge later.
She started to plant soft kisses on his neck and shoulders, running
her hands over his back into his hair. She transferred her attention to his
face, framing it in her hands. Studying it for a minute, she traced the
2outline of his lips with her tongue. He captured her mouth, brushing lazy,
butterfly kisses across it.
Wickedly, Daphne concentrated on tightening her inner muscles,
shifting in invitation. She could sense him smile against her cheek but
more than that, she could feel him hardening within her. Fascinated, she
felt herself slowly stretch to accommodate him. Beside her, Jason sighed
and murmured ruefully into her ear. "I think it's time for round two."
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YES! A WOMAN DID WRITE THIS!!
(GOD! I'm exhausted...)
All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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