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Subject: A Midnight Snack? (mf cons)
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A Midnight Snack?
There are some dreams so erotic you don’t even want to wake from them.
Sometimes they are images, faces, bodies. Sometimes they are nothing more
than impressions and a gentle warmth down below.
That was the sort of dream I was having, or rather, had just had.
Consciousness came slowly, so gradually I couldn’t really tell the moment
that sleep gave way to wakefulness. The impressions, the images faded even
before I was awake enough to mourn their loss. The images faded, but the
warmth did not. A feeling of liquid heat surrounded my sex, in its way every
bit as erotic as the dream. Bit if it wasn’t part of the dream…
My sleep sodden lids lifted slightly. The pillow beside me was bare. For
some reason I thought it should be otherwise. I looked down and fond my lap
covered by her hair. Her beautiful silken hair splayed carelessly about her
head as she held me in her mouth. The last remnant of sleep suddenly gone,
images of the night before came flooding back. Sometimes dreams have nothing
on reality.
Apparently my body reacted too. Just then she turned her face to mine. Her
eyes held a decidedly devilish look. She lifted her head slowly, he eyes
holding mine, her lips caressing the length of my cock as she pulled from it.
"Mmmm… Good morning beau*mph*"
Suddenly she was on me. Her mouth covered mine in a needy kiss. Her breasts
pressed against me as she raised her hips. A frantic hand found my sex and
guided it into hers. The lazy tenderness of a moment before was gone,
replaced by desperate desire.
She pressed her hips to mine. I sank into her smoothly, as though she’d been
ready for hours. Another thrust. Then another. Steady, fast and hard she
drove me into her. Her breath in my ear, her sweat slick skin against mine,
she ground her hips against me, moving me inside of her. I moved to enfold
her in my arms, but just then she sat up. Her knees on either side of me,
her back arched slightly, her hands on my thighs behind her, she hunched her
hips against me.
The sight of her above me, her breasts swaying with each thrust, the feeling
of her muscles gripping me, drawing me deeper inside her was just too much.
I was so close, the electric tide already rising within me. I tried to slow
her, to think of something else, to hold on, anything to draw this out a
little bit more, to make it last, to try and bring her with me.
It was useless.
As I passed the point of no return, I grabbed her hips, pulling and pushing
in the rhythm I so desperately needed. Every muscle tensed, my eyes squeezed
shut, my head pressed back, I cried out. Deep inside of her a sticky stream
burst forth. The pleasure was indescribable. I relaxed, in heaven, in love,
and completely satisfied.
Still she moved atop me.
Even as I shrank within her, she kept thrusting faster, more desperately.
The wild look in her eyes, the almost animal need that twisted her face
brought life back to my flagging member.
She ground her clit harder and harder against me. Her hands flew to my
shoulders for better leverage. She rocked my entire body with the force of
her thrusts. The skin of her chest and face flushed deep red, her grip
tightened as she hovered just on the brink.
A sudden tension as she clutched me with her knees and with her sex signaled
her plunge over the edge. A few more quivering thrusts and a groaning sigh
of release and she collapsed.
She rolled onto her back beside me, nearly panting with exertion. I lay
silent, not wanting to break the mood, not quite believing the intensity of
what had just happened.
"Thanks" she said, still catching her breath. "I needed that."
I rolled over to gently kiss her burning cheek and draped an arm over her.
She was already fading back to sleep. Morning was still hours away.
"No problem" I said, closing my eyes and snuggling against her. "Just
remember… Turnabout’s fair play. :)"
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Notes:
As always, comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome at
gandersonac@my-dejanews.com
I could really use some help with my grammar and punctuation. Anyone willing
to play editor for a well meaning author, please contact me at the address
above.
Hopefully by the time this is posted, this story and the others I've written
should be available at
http://www.mit.edu:8001/afs/athena.mit.edu/user/k/i/kirsch/dale/www/stories.h
tml I'll be working on this site on and off for a while, trying to make it as
useful as possible.
Finally, the story above depicts unsafe sex. Except for marriage or other
long term monogamous relationship, this is only clever in fantasy. We're not
just talking about pregnacy here kids, we're talking about death. Be carful.
Just my 22 cents worth
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