____________________________ | | /)| 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 The Thrill 2 (FF, rom) by Vickie Dimitriadou Part II - The Dessert The dinner was really superb and very romantic in the candlelight. The entire atmosphere was so peaceful and calm. Nothing reminded us of the wildness we had experienced just an hour ago. We talked about so many things, ourselves, our jobs, our friends, we laughed a lot, we enjoyed our dinner. However there was something inside me that made me feel eager for you. Although I was trying to keep it under control, I couldn't. My body was aching all over from your wild love-making, and that dildo of yours had hurt me. I was growing eager and eager, and when you asked me if I had prepared a dessert, I replied "Yes, of course, dear", with a diabolic smile on my face. I felt I wanted to revenge upon you. I went to the kitchen and fetched fruit and the empty bottle of champagne. I left them on the table and stood behind your chair. I put my arms around you and squeezed your breasts so hard that you moaned. I put my hand under your clothes and started to rub your clit equally hard while I was biting your shoulder over your shirt. I told you to lie on the floor, close to the table. You obeyed, silently, with a wild look in your eyes. I fetched a silk scarf, and tied your wrists to one of the table legs. You said nothing. I took your clothes off, then mine, very slowly, almost in a ceremonial way. I noticed some blood stains on my underwear. "That damned dildo of yours", I said. You smiled. At that moment my tenderness had vanished, I was mad, wild, angry. I grabbed your leather belt and looked you into the eyes. Your eyes had a dark, horrifying shine, the expression on your face was wild, your lips were tightly closed. I could feel your lust and I could feel mine growing as I was looking at you, without speaking, without smiling, just playing with the belt. You obviously understood that I was still hesitating, so you shout: "Use that thing at last, whore!". [Ritual] I struck you on the thighs, hesitatingly, but your scream turned me on for good. I continued to strike you as if you were my worst enemy. The belt left red lines on your body. You were mad with ecstasy, screaming, twisting about, writhing, groaning. You had your eyes tightly closed, your legs open, begging for my power. I was totally out of control; it was not me, that beast that made you scream with pain. Blind with passion and lust, I grabbed the empty bottle. You were so wet that the neck of the bottle found its way easily into your hot cunt. "Yes, yes, fuck me, you bitch, fuck me like that", you shouted. I pressed the bottle into your body until I heard you moan with pleasure. Then I stood up and looked for that dildo. You had left it on the sofa. It still had some blood on it. Blood from my cunt that was hurt from your wild love-making. I left it aside and took mine out of the drawer. My dildo is better than yours, it's thinner and longer. I untied you and ordered you to kneel down. I licked your juice and then I passed my tongue over your asshole to prepare it for the dildo. I fucked you greedily, hard, and heard you scream again and again. Not a word from either of us. Only your screams were heard in the room. Finally you collapsed on the floor, out of breath, exhausted. I was standing still, looking at you with a tender look. That beast had vanished. I came closer to you, caressed your hair, your cheek, your lips. You opened your eyes and smiled to me with that innocent smile I adore. I kissed you very tenderly on the cheek, as if you were a baby, my baby. "How did you like the dessert, my darling?", I asked. "It was delicious", you replied. "Did you make it with wild berries?", you asked. "Yes, dear, with very wild berries", I replied, smiling knowingly. ................ The fabulous writer of this story is: ............... Vickie Dimitriadou ................................................................ 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