Message-ID: <7574eli$9804041654@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: sveltvox9@aol.com (SveltVox9) Subject: Short erotica....'Necessary'....shades of bsdm Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998040414302801.JAA10478@ladder01.news.aol.com> The following is short, sweet and to the point. The following is also Adult Based in Content and if you aren't at least 18, you should pass on by at this point. If you are...or if you're going to read it anyway, i hope you enjoy********* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The faint glow of early morning sifted through the heavy drapes of the room. Her eyes popped open in sudden remembrance of her location. Not moving a muscle, a smile spread across her face as she heard his deep, regular breathing. Without turning, she pictured his long frame stretched across the bed. Even as she drank in the stimuli to her senses, she felt the fullness of her sore cunt. Her body started a slow roll to her stomach, and was caught short by the searing pressure and pain of her tits against the bed. She stretched her legs and gasped at the stinging of her thighs. Trying desperately to take a quiet deep breath, she regretted any attempt at movement, however stiff her body might have been. Every nerve was suddenly awake and reminding her of recent painful pleasures. She didn't want to wake him. Biting her lower lip, she gave her body one good relaxing stretch, found a position she could hold, and drifted back into sleep. The next conscious moment was of a warm hand sliding over the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced the lengths of the raised bruises as a blind man reads Braille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch, opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing and prodding. As his fingers found the swollen and tender lips of her cunt, their sleepy moans echoed the aching desire kindling with the sun. She moved her hands above her head to grasp the headboard. The movement stretched her torso, and his hand slid over her stomach and ribs to grasp her left breast in his hand and roll her nipple in his finger and thumb. His pressure slowly and steadily increased until she was whimpering and squirming under his touch. His moan was a fake sort of sympathetic as he pulled her into his body. Cradling her in his arms, he held both breasts and begin a methodical torture of the tender nipples, pulling and pinching, listening to her whimper and whine, increasing the pressure to feel her jump and squirm against him. The pain was bearable, and made her remember all the events of the previous evening. Her back arched and she felt him growing hard. Her long legs entwined with his, and she began to fight against his hold on her...slowly, lazily, but struggling. As if he read her mind, she felt him rising over her, and moving their bodies together. The pain of his thighs against her welts was forgotten in the quick thrust of his hard cock into her cunt. His hand clamped over her mouth as she gasped, preventing the scream that would have followed. The fuck, first slow and thoughtful, grew to a furious fuck of passion and animalistic need. There was no withholding, no waiting, and soon her cunt was spastic vise of orgasm around his thrusting cock. He buried himself within her and she felt his hot seed pulse into her body. He sank down, rolling to the side, and pulled her down near him. Necessities accomplished, they drifted back to sleep. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |