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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
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Desert (f-solo, sf)
by Harley (harley@carina.unm.edu)
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I have always loved rain.
It doesn't rain often here. Two months can go by without a drop of
moisture, and the thirsty sky sucks the water out of the soil until it
becomes dust. People, too, become dry, skin like rough paper is quenched
with creams denying the desert. I prefer to let my skin parch, drinking
water and waiting for the rain.
Embrace the desert.
When the rain comes, run out to greet it. It will not wait for your
convenience. Let it wash you there. Let it cover you with a very fine
desert perfume, sagebrush and prickly pears and pinons. In the desert, rain
is the smell of sex.
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It is raining now, and I am striding alnoe and I am the only person making
love to the desert. I am nude but for my hiking boots which protect my feet
from the many desert plants which wish to use me as thier vehicle for
reproduction. The water courses over me running down my body falling from
the little patch of pubic hair in the cleft of my legs. Each time I look I
am more excited as the red-grey dust is washed from my body in little
ejaculations from my clit. Now I am clean and may touch that secret sordid
spot. I kneel down and rub lightly over my pussy, legs spread and stringy
wet hair hanging as I gaze at my own lovely cunt. I allow a patch of desert
grass to brush it and think of how sweet I must look but there is no one to
see. I grind my hand into it now, pinch and pull until my gash is swollen
and hungry. I think of putting my finger into it but no, the rule is I may
not enter myself, I must not fuck myself. I put my face on the ground my
ass up in the air eating sand rubbing my now wet cooze both arms stuck
under me to flutter over my cunt and I am helpless. There is a mouth on my
clit now, sucking greedily at my hard core and I shudder. Without mercy a
pulsating cock enters me and they fuck me, the mouth and cock of the desert
driving me beyond orgasm into a mindless painfull painless existance of
cunt cock lips rain stinging my body thunder somewhere. Hands grab at my
arms immobilizing me dragging me under the sand and the cock cunt lips
never stop now the moist earth encircles me and there is no sound no light
just fuck. A little pussy teenaged and wispy smothers me and I suck lick
tounge fuck it feel it swell push insistently against me. Sweet and musky
the young girl of the desert fucks my face as her mother sucks and her
father fucks and I am thiers always. Thier voices swell with mine and I
come alone in the desert with the taste of young pussy in my mouth and the
thick sperm of an old man oozing out of me.
(c) 1996