____________________________ | | /)| 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 Midwinter's Night Fantasy, A (dream) by Joan Don (c) 1989 ** Being a slightly edited copy of a conversation that might have taken place in a private room on a national bulletin board . . . Joan: I am lying on top of you in that velour robe of yours . . . and you awoke. Don: I gently push Joan back, raising her upper body so I may gaze at her breasts, so I may caress, and kiss them. Joan: And she gazes lovingly into his eyes . . . hazel eyes flashing . . . A smile upon her lips . . . Don: Gently, steadily - all the while looking at her - he insinuates his hand between them, seeking her core, the center of her being - of his universe. She welcomes his hand. Her eyes glaze, then close, as she gives in to unbearable sensations. Joan: Her body responds with a shiver . . . her lips let out the slightest moan . . . Don: He ceases. He pulls her close, closer. He enters her then. Warm, moist flesh engulfs him. He surrenders to her, body and soul. He kisses her. Joan: Her hips move against his . . . For minutes he remains still. Slowly at first, then faster, their bodies join in mutual passion. A cry . . . Don: Her cries are lost, as he crushes her lips to his. Joan: Bodies moving in unison . . . Feeling him deep inside of her . . . His mouth on mine . . . My breasts crushed against his chest . . . Don: His gaze never leaves her face, her breasts. :M'Lady! M'Love! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" Joan: Her moans are louder . . . She cries out, DON, I love you! Please . . . help me . . . help me . . . " Body writhes . . . Watching his eyes . . . moan . . . Don: My woman! My love! My Lady of the Joan Heart! Joan: Feeling him so close . . . so hot . . . Feeling the strength . . . Mind reeling . . . Hips pushing harder against his . . . Moans rising to near screams . . . Don: I bury my face in your breasts. My arms hold you close. One hand is in your hair, gently holding, stroking. The other wanders down your back to your hips. I cup the rounded swell of your buttocks and pull you even closer. Joan: Head arched back . . . eyes glazed . . . thrusting towards him harder . . . deeper . . . Hands holding his head . . . Don: I lick first one breast, around the nipple, then suck the nipple into my mouth. Joan: Pulling his mouth towards her breasts, harder . . . Crying out in delight . . . Panting for breath . . . Moaning . . . crying out . . . pleading for more . . . Don: Gently, then, gently, I nip you with my teeth. Alternating small bites with gentle caresses with my tongue. My hand tightens on your buttock. I turn my attentions to your other breast, and repeat the process. Joan: The feelings are overwhelming . . . the glorious sensations . . . Bolts of electricity jarring through my body . . . Jarring . . . Don: Oh, God! GODGODGODGODGODGOD It is a prayer of thanks for the wonderful gift you have granted me! Joan: A scream begins deep in my throat . . . And echoes throughout the room . . . As my body convulses against his . . . Back arched . . . Eyes glazed . . . Don: I hold you tight. I never want this to end! Joan: Spasms run throughout my body . . . I hold him deeply within me . . . not letting go . . . Feeling him . . . And falling against his chest . . . exhausted . . . Tears of joy running down his neck as I can't fight back the tears . . . any longer . . . Panting for breath . . . Arms wrapped tightly around him . . . Gently kissing his face . . . his eyes . . . his cheeks . . . His lips . . . Feeling his arms around me . . . Feeling safe, and loved and warm and happy . . . Don: I continue to hold you, gently. I stroke your face, and kiss the tears from your eyes. I stroke hip, leg, thigh. Breasts, face, neck. And hair, beautiful hair. Joan: And the tears become tears of laughter . . . as she remembers the moments of such a short time ago . . . and delights in them . . . as she delights in him . . . Don: Gently I carry you to your bed, and lay you down on it. I crawl in beside you, and continue stroking you, and kissing you. I remain with you until you fall asleep in my arms. And even after. I wish to be the first thing you see, the first thing you feel, when you awake! Joan: And how much I shall look forward to that awakening! She sleeps with her mouth turned up into a smile . . . So peaceful . . . so calm . . . so happy . . . so warm . . . Dreaming of her beautiful warrior . . . Even in her dreams, feeling his body a part of hers . . . No longer knowing where she leaves off and he begins . . . Don: M'Lady! I would lie here and watch you sleep! And in the morning, I shall kiss you awake. Slowly, gently. I shall start at your feet! Kiss your ankles. Small, light, feathery kisses. Non-disturbing kisses! How long will it take to awaken you, m'Lady of the Passionate Embrace? Joan: I shall dream of a kitten playing at my feet, and tickling them . . . With unsteady feet, the kitten begins its assent . . . Don: How will you awaken? As I kiss the calves of your legs. And continue my loving search? Joan: It unsteadily moves up my leg . . . my thigh . . . I feel its gentle movements in my dream . . . Don: The inside of your thigh attracts my undivided attention. Are you awake? Joan: She stirs . . . A twilight sleep of sorts . . . Not quite sure what is real and what is not . . . Don: How *will* you awaken? Is it not your turn to continue our dream? Joan: Her eyes slowly open . . . She feels his lips upon her . . . his hands . . . Don: His lips seek and find the warm, moist core of her passion! Joan: She smiles . . . and arches slightly toward him . . Don: His hands wander under their own power to her breasts! Joan: Allowing him freedom of movement . . . Don: Surprisingly, he feels as young as a teen again. Joan: She feels the warmth and strength of his hands . . . Don: Minutes pass. He will not leave the worship of her glorious body until she wills it. Joan: Her body responds . . . Her arms reach for him . . . Eyes still filled with sleep, glistening, inviting him to come closer . . . Holding his gaze . . . Eyes speaking words unheard to the ear . . . Don: He moves up her body, relinquishing his ministrations unwillingly. But eager for the next stage of their love. He poises himself above her loving body. Her hips rise to meet him. Joan: She holds his gaze . . . and arches her hips to meet him . . . Don: And so it begins again . . . Joan: Searching for him . . . A gasp as he finds her and enters . . . Feeling him . . . So hot . . . So hard . . . so deep . . . she squeals with delight . . . And pulls him towards her . . . Her tongue darting into his mouth . . . Her hands running along his back . . . His arms . . . his chest . . . Holding his face in her hands . . . her body moves with his . . . Don: He whispers "Ah,quoi,teti be,quoi,teh. Cat,tu,oui ni,i,yah. Ni haw,e,qui,wa. Ke,sath,we Alagwa. Ne,soos ki-luh, equiwa!" He has said "Your belly is warm. Your body is beautiful. You are my woman. You are the sun and the stars. I love you, woman!" Joan: Her eyes hold his gaze . . . her mouth open . . . She becomes lost in his gaze . . . In the sight and scent of him . . . In the feelings of his body against her own . . . In the feeling of him within her own body . . . One body now . . . Working as a well-oiled machine . . . Feelings overpowering all else . . . Lost in the feelings . . . Don: One soul . . . Entwined by an act of passion as real as anything I have *ever* experienced. --