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From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
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Subject: New TG: Velvet   by Cindy V.   (1/1)
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Hi.

  Short proof about the difference of sensual and sexual.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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VELVET.TXT by Cindy V.  Femdom, frustration

    This story was inspired by the sexy photos in the December, 1996
Cosmopolitan magazine, pages 158-161, entitled "V-room Velvet".

     Andrea was a picture of seriousness, slowly applying mascara to
her long beautiful lashes. Every now and then she would sigh, almost
purr, in contentment. "Makeup is such fun," she said out loud.  She
smiled sweetly at the man beneath her.

     Oh, did I leave that part out?  Andrea was lying on her stomach,
on the floor. Well, not exactly on the floor.  In between her and the
floor was a man lying on his back.  He was naked, and tightly
restrained at his wrists and ankles.  Andrea was slowly rubbing her
groin over his as she applied her mascara.  Maybe this had something
to do with why she was purring.

     Andrea was teasing him on many levels simultaneously.  Her face
was very close to his, as she made him watch her do her makeup.  She
gently gyrated her lower body over his, getting just enough friction
to keep her constantly wet, while being inches off the right stop from
really giving him any satisfaction.  Meanwhile Andrea was dressed in
one of the most provocative outfits he had ever seen her in - a blue
velvet floral halter top ending at midriff, with a matching skirt.
The top tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare.  And the
material appeared to be see-through, although it was not.  But the
feel of the velvet fabric rubbing against him was delightful, in a
maddening sort of way.

     As Andrea stroked pink blush on her cheeks, still enjoying the
sensations of her lower body, she asked him, "Do you think this outfit
is sensual?"

     The man was being overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations and
answered, "Oh yes, you are very sexy in it!"

     Andrea was in the middle of doing her lips in a lovely shade of
burgundy, but on hearing his reply she resignedly put down her lip
pencil with a sigh, looked the man squarely in the eye - and slapped
his face.

     "No, dear," she explained patiently.  "Sensual - relating to the
senses. I didn't ask if it was sensuous - meaning sexual."

     She went back to doing her lips, calmly applying the dark red
color to her perfectly shaped lips, knowing full well his face was
inches from hers and the delirious effect she was having on him as she
made him watch her.  Then for she amusement painted his lips in the
identical color, smiling at his helplessness as he tried to squirm
away from the relentlessness of the lipstick with its deep color.

     "What I want to know is whether this outfit is sensual.  Does
THIS outfit appeal to your sense of touch?," Andrea asked.  Before the
man could offer a reply, she continued.  "Don't answer.  I need an
objective, a scientific, solution."  Andrea's scientific mind was at
work.  "What I need is an experiment which will isolate the sense of
touch from the sense of sight."

      Andrea got off of the man and disappeared in another room for a
while.  It sounded like she was rummaging through some
drawers. looking for something.  The man was still tightly bound and
could do nothing but wait for her return.

      Andrea returned to the man with several objects: a clipboard
with paper, a pen, a stopwatch, a ruler, and a black silk
blindfold. She quickly tied the blindfold around his head, making sure
he could not see.  The man then had no idea what she intended to do
with the other objects.

      "I know you have many questions, dear," she said to him.  "All
will become apparent in due time.  Just relax and enjoy my company."

      Andrea then made some notes on the clipboard and started the
stopwatch.  She laid down on him again, and started sensuously rubbing
herself on him.  Her crotch was meeting his lower body at a point
several inches above his penis.  His penis was getting some benefit
from this, but not enough.  Andrea slowly rubbed herself on him,
allowing the velvet fabric of her top and skirt to do its work,
alternating with the feeling of her bare midriff against him.  Andrea
enjoyed herself immensely, controlling the rhythm to a speed that was
more relaxing than urgent.  When the stopwatch reached ten minutes,
she calmly got off the man, got the ruler, placed it next to the man's
erect penis, and recorded the measurement on the clipboard.  When she
was done she gave the man a playful whack with the ruler against his
penis and told him, "Calm down, dear.  You will have to wait a few
minutes until we start this up again."

     The man, still bound and blindfolded, could only listen to
whatever sounds Andrea was making.  Andrea quietly removed the halter
and skirt.  Next she put on a full length, sleeveless, form fitting,
velvet sheath dress with a big slit up the leg. This was an eye
catching black, red and gold print, and Andrea admired herself in the
mirror and how hot she looked in it, although she smiled as she
realized the man could not see her in it.  But that was part of the
scientific experiment.

     By now the man's erection had gone down.  Andrea carefully
lowered herself to the floor and laid down on top of the man.  She
resumed running her prone body all over the man.  This was somewhat
different than the previous time.  The dress was tighter than the
halter and skirt combination, and much more of her body was covered.
This allowed her to do a longer, full body up and down stroking.
Andrea was truly cat-like as she sensuously rubbed herself, doing this
for her pleasure, not for his.  The man was in his own ecstasy, but
his penis was only touched for a small time with each up and down
movement by Andrea, and although the sensation was delightful, it was
not enough to get him off.  Andrea, on the other hand, was having no
such problem, and was in fact disaapointed when the stopwatch told her
it was time to stop.  But ever the dutiful scientist, Andrea got up to
get the ruler, measured the man's erect penis, wrote down the
measurement, and then gave the penis another little whack with the
ruler for good measure.  (Get it? - for good measure.)

     Andrea got up, leaving the frustrated man panting, to change into
her next outfit. This was another long dress, but with a V neck that
just wouldn't quit.  Andrea tried to rearrange her breasts in the
bottom of the V of the neckline, wondering if she were too exposed. As
she gently fondled her breasts through the velvet fabric, she imagined
that men who saw her in this dress would be bumping into each other,
not paying attention to where they were walking, because they would be
so hypnotized with the way she looked in this dress.  She sighed
contently.  Back to the experiment.

     She laid down on top of the man again.  While the velvet fabric
had the same effect on him, and on her, as it had with the previous
two outfits, the effect of the V neck was quite different. Andrea
purposely rubbed the V neck over the man's blindfolded face, not
giving him enough time to reach out with his lips and tongue to enjoy
Andrea's breasts.  He searched in vain with his tongue for her
breasts, but she was too quick for him.  Meanwhile she was using the
rest of the velvet dress on him as she had with the previous two
outfits. Andrea would maneuver her breasts and nipples as close to his
lips as possible, and then move them away when he realized where they
were, never giving him the satisfaction of even a lick at her glorious
breasts.  She was having so much fun frustrating the man, and she was
enjoying that almost as much as she enjoyedthe gentle movement of her
body against him.

     As before, the stopwatch told her the ten minutes were up, and
she stopped to record her measurement.  Again a playful slap to his
penis, and then he strained to listen for a clue of what would happen
next.

     A very long wait for the man, with nothing happening.  Suddenly,
Andrea removed his blindfold.  She stood before him, a goddess in a
strapless black dress, in a stretchy velvet material, long but with a
huge slit up one thigh.  She was also in heels and carried a black
purse.  The man blinked his eyes, riveted in her beauty, waiting for
her to tease him some more by laying on him and rubbing her velvet
covered body on his.  He tensed at his bonds, but they were
unyielding.  Andrea, of course, was fully in command in the situation.

     She was silent for a long time, just letting him drink her image
in.  Then she simply said to him, "I am going out for the evening."
She opened her door, and she left.