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Hello. I have an entire web site set up with 16 erotic stories, links to
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more of my writing after the story below, please visit
http://www.gen.com/dragon/carol/dream1.html

G’Days Ahead


    I’m an Internet person and figure I will be for the rest of my
life.  There is just so much out there.  There’s information, people,
adventure, and yes, even trouble.  I haven’t ran into any of the
trouble, but I sure have ran into a lot of the rest. 

    The best part of the Net is the people. There are friends on every
corner.  At one point I had so many friends that I couldn’t keep up with
them, and most of them wanted have cybersex.  I got to the point where I
would cyber with four men at the same time in different chat rooms.

    Now I’m back to Earth with a minimal amount of friends, and I don’t
cyber with more than one person at a time unless it’s in the same chat
room.

    People that haven’t been on the Net also have trouble believing that
you can really know a person on the Net, but I believe you can know them
and in very special ways.

    I have one of those very special friends.  His name is Chris, and he
lives in Australia.  He’s the perfect hero: charming, handsome, makes
good money, humorous, lives in a great house in a great place, and has a
voice that’s like listening to Heaven.

    I have been lucky enough to talk to him on the phone.  We’ve even
been known to have phone sex a few times.  No one has ever been able to
make me feel like he could over the phone.  No one ever sounded so sexy
to me no matter what he said.  After I told him that one day, he came
back with, “Fuck me then.”  I giggled at him yet it really did make me
want to.  Just something about the way he said it with that accent.  I
was always aching for him.  I felt sorry for him if I ever got to meet
him, because I knew I would probably rape him.

    One afternoon the phone rang, and I picked it up not expecting an
excited Aussie accent on the other end.

    “I have a plane ticket in my hand,” he said.

    “Where are you going?” I asked, thinking it was a bummer, because I
would miss him.

    “Chicago, Illinois,” Chris said 

    For a split second I didn’t realize what he had just said.  Then it
hit me.  “Chicago, Illinois?!?!” I repeated.  “You’re coming here?”

    Chris laughed at me.  “In three days,” he said.  “Think you can
handle me?

    “Think you can handle me?” I asked back.

    “I hope so,” he said.  “We can fuck all week,” he teased me.  He was
always saying stuff to tease me, because he knew I loved his voice so
much. I don’t think he really understood, that was exactly what I
wanted.

    “That would be great,” I told him.

    “I was teasing,” he said.

    “I wasn’t,” I replied.

    Chris arrived by taxi at my door on Sunday night.  My heart was
pounding, and I could hardly breath.

    He walked into my door, and I stared at the dark, handsome man
before me. He smiled back at me, swung his arms out, and said, “I’m
here.  Let’s fuck,” in that wonderful Aussie accent of his.  I laughed,
then grabbed onto him and clung.  My body quivered inside as tears ran
down my cheeks and onto his shoulder.

    “Aw, love, what a nice greeting,” he said, so kind that I simply
melted in his arms.

    Chris pushed me away ever so slightly, looked into my teary eyes,
and kissed each one, then my cheeks, and ever so softly on my lips.  It
was all I could do to keep from attacking this sweet, sensuous man from
the other side of the planet.

    “You are beautiful,” he said.  It was true.  His accent did make
everything sound twice as wonderful, and the way he looked at me, made
me know that it wasn’t just wonderful sounding words.  He meant them.

    “You are even more handsome than your pictures,” I choked out
between tears.  I can hardly describe what I felt in that moment.  It
was like a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.  I felt a part of
him.

    “So does this mean we can’t fuck yet?” He asked, and winked,
breaking up the moment.

    I giggled at him and then kissed him hard and fast, letting my
tongue duel his.  My body pressed against him tightly.  I couldn’t stop
myself.  All the emotion of waiting for him and now having him came out
at once.  I was afraid I would be raping him, but he just kept kissing
me back and pressing himself against me, too.

    Chris kissed my chin, neck, and ear as he whispered to me, “ I want
you, and I can’t wait.”

    “Yes, Chris, take me,” I said breathlessly.

    Frantically he unbuttoned my sundress all the way down.  His kisses
moved down to my bare chest as I ran my fingers through his soft, dark
hair.  He touched my breast squeezing it gently, then ticklishly
touching.  My nipple grew hard and his mouth came down upon it.  He
nibbled ever so slightly, circling it with his tongue, then pursued my
other breast.  I watched him ravish my body in a way that dazzled me
inside.  I could tell that he really enjoyed doing it. 

    “What a beautiful woman you are,” Chris said between kisses.  “I’ve
wanted you so long.” 

    “Then fuck me,” I grinned turning the tables on him with that word.

    “Yes, my sweet, I will fuck you,” he said kissing his way down my
tummy to my soft mound.

    Our clothes came off right there in the doorway.  Chris picked me up
and carried me to the couch.  It had only been ten minutes since he
arrived and already we were nude in each other’s arms and mouths.  Out
of all the adventures and sex that I have had, this had to be the most
intense.  It was quick and heated.  I couldn’t stop it, nor did I want
to.  I ached for him all over.  We kissed in a frenzy and touched more
to please ourselves than each other at that moment.  The rest would come
during the week.  

    Chris buried his face between my legs,  I held my knees close to my
chest and reached down to spread the lips of my pussy open for him.

    “Eat me, Chris, please.  I’ve dreamt of your tongue on me.” I said
between quick, short breaths.  I watched him lick me with great joy.  I
wanted to be ate. I loved the way he made my body tremble with need and
ecstasy.

    “Oh, Chris,” I mumbled.  My body shook all over as I came in his
mouth on his tongue.

    “You taste so good,” he said still licking.

    “Fuck me, Chris.  I need you,” I begged.
 
    I knew it was quick and frantic, but I needed his hard cock in me so
bad.

    Chris kissed his way up my body, then kissed my lips hard again.  I
wrapped my legs around him, and his cock slid right into my sweet cunt
of lust.

    His cock was so hard and wide that it felt tight against my pussy
walls.  He moved faster and harder inside of me.  We kissed intensely as
he rode me over and over.  My aching cunt wanted to cum, needed it,
too.  I tensed up inside as I felt Chris doing the same.  He yelled,
moaned, and his body shook as he came inside of me.

    “Chris!” I yelled.  I came with passion and power.  My body wouldn’t
stop shaking.  He kissed me over and over and held me so tight that I
could barely breath.  

    We stayed that way for a long time cuddling, then kissing and
touching, before starting all over.

    “Are you okay?” Chris asked me.

    “Yes.  I feel wonderful,” I said.

    “Then lets fuck again,” he said in his teasing way.

    I kissed him hard in answer and wrapped a leg over his body rubbing
my wet pussy against his leg.  We fucked slowly this time and made every
touch and lick meaningful and a way to drive the other mad with
passion.  

    We made love all the rest of the week making it the most wonderful
week of my life. I can only hope that I will see him again, and until
then I know that over the phone and on the computer will just have to
do.


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