____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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 o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o 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 o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Imagine (MF) by Dive Master (c) 1996 * Imagine that you're sitting at your desk one day, reading a fax and talking on the phone when suddenly you feel a hand gently carressing your ankle. You want to gasp out loud, but you're in the middle of negotiating a major contract and can't afford to lose your concentration. The unseen hand slowly begins to inch its way up the back of your calf, teasing, fondling, when suddenly you feel a second hand on your other leg tracing little patterns across your stockings. You squirm in your seat to try and get a better view, but your unseen lover uses the opportunity to pull your chair further under your desk and his hands move to your knees, slowly spreading them. You feel his fingertips circling your kneecaps and his thumbs lightly moving towards your inner thighs. You grip the telephone receiver tightly in your hand and you allow your thighs to be spread open. Your voice begins to crack as you feel his hands reach the lower hem of your skirt and begin to slide the material higher. A soft sigh escapes your lips as your skirt is pushed up to expose the tops of your black silk stockings and the straps of the delicate pink lace garter belt that you had just purchased on your last trip to Paris. The hands continue upwards over the soft creamy flesh above your stockings and you catch your lower lip between your teeth as the first tiny orgasm hits. You feel his feathery carresses moving higher and higher until the tips of his fingers reach that magical spot at the edge of your panties. The fax falls from your hand and you grip the arm of your chair as his fingers begin to trace the leg openings of your panties from the warmth of your crotch up and over to the sides of your hips. A finger slips beneath the elastic of your panties and moves across the downy softness of your mound until it finds the source of your heat. You throw back your head as the finger slides up and down across your pussy lips and slips easily into your moist channel. A second finger slides under your panties and begins exploring your cleft in search of your clitoris. It zeros in on the target and starts with tiny circles around and around the little nub. You're no longer listening to the phone conversation and find yourself nodding in agreement to every question being asked as your clit is being pinched and tweaked and your juices are pouring down your thighs. The hand at your hip grabs the waistband of your lacy panties, and with one savage tug rips them from your body. The cool air from the office air conditioning unit washes over your crotch only to be replaced by the warmth of your lover's breath between your thighs. You feel his tender kisses above your stocking tops as his fingers continue their merciless attack on your clit. You arch your hips off of the chair and pull your skirt completely up to your hips as one of his hands slides under your thigh and cups your asscheek. He pulls your body closer to him as his tongue snakes out and parts your glistening pussy lips. With his nose buried deeply against your mound his lips and tongue take up where his fingers left off and you feel yourself completely submitting to the sensations. You slide your ass to the edge of your chair and throw your legs over his shoulders as he licks and sucks your clit between his lips. With the phone now craddled against your shoulder your hands are free to slide down the front of your silky blouse and cup your aching breasts. Your fingers undo the buttons of your blouse and slide the material aside to expose your lacy pink silk camisole. You squeeze your breasts and tweak the nipples between your manicured fingernails as his tongue plunges deeply inside of you and you groan with lust. You lick your fingers and pinch your nipples between them till they glisten through the silk. Both of his hands are gripping your asscheeks as his tongue is plunging wildly in and out of your pussy and you toss your head from side to side as the explosive climax finally hits. You scream with ecstacy as the waves of warmth wash over you and you tremble with each succeeding lick and nibble. Your breathing slowly returns to normal and you gradually become aware of your surroundings. A voice from the other end of the phone says, "Alise? That was the most convincing argument I've ever heard. We'll sign this contract immediately!" You laugh hysterically as you hang up the phone and pull your lover to his feet....