____________________________ | | /)| 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. 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 [Wild women dreaming wet...] Strange Night (MF, rom) by Isa (c) 1991 You are so soft and gentle, my sweet princess I will never let anyone hurt you And you couldn't ever hurt me even though I would so much like you to do that sometimes. I had begged you to show your strength. I know it is there, deep inside you, in those tender hands of yours, which touch me so softly and carefully, every time like it was their first time. But that evening was different. I was sitting in our kitchen, eating chocolate ice cream, when you came in, slammed the door behind you, entered the kitchen and then I knew: that strange look in your eyes - I had hoped to see that for so long, was it what I thought? You were in a strange mood: you laughed and were much more relaxed than usually. Carelessly you threw your shirt away, squeezed your round breasts with your arms and brought them close to me. You grabbed some of the ice cream from my bowl with your fingers, spread that onto your nipples which erected in a second, giggled and brought them close to me so that I could suck the melted ice cream off. I decided to bite them tenderly, and soon noticed that this strange mood of yours had alredy made me so wet. You said you wanted the game to be yours tonight, I promised you anything. I could feel the tension in every muscle of your sweet body, this was so new and exciting for both of us. So firmly you took my clothes off, I was almost scared for a moment. You had refused to even touch my nipple ring before, and now you were pulling it so hard with your teeth. You were naked in front of me, I touched your clit and felt the lust throbbing, smelled the lust coming down your thights. You told me to stand still against the kitchen sink, brought the leather harness, laughed, but didn't put it on. Then I knew this would be the fuck of my life, the answer to my prayers. I spread my arms and legs, waited... oh, baby, quickly... - ...the first crack was careful, the second and third so firm, you continued, and the slapping sound got me wild.... You masturbated there in front of me, the wild look in your eyes licked my burning body, which stood there against the cold kitchen sink. All of a sudden you stopped and sighed, gave me the harness. You wanted the game to be mine from now on. I couldn't resist. I took your favorite cock, tightened the straps calmly, and knew we couldn't wait longer. I asked you to come on me, opened your legs and tasted some of your hot lust, watched when you put the cock inside the throbbing, wet sweetness and sighed. You began dancing on my still burning body until I came, then you came loudly and your body shaked on mine. [Les Amantes...] We never discussed what happened that night, but I hope the magic remains in that tender body of my princess. Ara's lover ............ The famous writer of this story: Isa Vierula ........... Her author Profile: "I'm Isa, living in Helsinki, 28 years. I love sex - but just with my lovely girlfriend (or sometimes alone...)" .......................................................................... Please mind: None of these brilliant women is interested in receiving mails from male admirers! If you can't resist sending bigot comments: just be prepared for this! : ) Back to Wild women dreamin' wet... Back to 'A DYKE's WORLD' Index Concept + Design: Indina Beuche