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Archive name: lange.txt (MF, rom, oral)
Authors name: M.D. Nadazdy (mariusdebathory@hotmail.com)
Story title : L'ange Fonce

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L'ange Fonce (MF, rom, oral)
by M.D. Nadazdy (mariusdebathory@hotmail.com)

***

A playful walk in the rain turns to romantic, sensual 
teasing...

***

Only minutes before, we had been walking through the 
windswept streets, with the falling rain laying its 
gentle kisses on every thing in sight. The pavement had 
glittered from the reflections of the scarce street-
lights, which played their orange glow so poorly, 
that it was almost as if there were no lights at all. 

You had held my hand, and we had been singing and 
dancing, swaying in circles in the rain, looking up to 
the heavens with a love that was more than love. I 
remember looking down from my stare of the skies, and 
seeing your face dripping with the rain, your eyes 
glistening from what might have been tears. 

The feeling inside me was too much to handle, and I 
cradled your face in my hands, kissing your lips, your 
chin, your cheeks. Playfully, I licked the drops of 
rain from your skin. You giggled, so sweet and 
innocent, and I could not help but laugh a little. 

'Take me by the fire,' you purred into my ear, and I 
shivered, partly from the rain, mostly from the 
sensation of your voice. Clasping your hand, I led you 
home.

-

As you walked in the door before me, I watched in slow 
amazement at how graciously you moved, your hips 
seducing my senses in their girlish sway. Shutting the 
door behind us, I followed you through the halls, and 
upon entering the Master bedroom, I saw you laying 
across the deep blue comforter of the bed, your arms 
flat against your sides, making you appear like a 
sleeping angel. 

The fireplace, which we had left going earlier in the 
night, had died down only slightly, and the shadows 
danced across your form. It cast its warmth throughout 
the room, and somehow, perhaps for just this night, the 
entire place had captured a perfect setting. 

Turning my focus to you, I see your eyes closed, your 
hands now clasped together on your stomach. Approaching 
the bed, I took my place beside you, and I watched the 
muscles in your face move slightly as you tried to 
contain a smile.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of love, I kissed your 
lips ever-so softly. As if my kiss brought you to life, 
you wrapped your arms around me and pulled me near your 
body. 

Still clinging to the innocent, angelic image that you 
had given to me, I blushed to feel your hands trailing 
down my stomach and beyond. Feeling your delicate 
fingers stroke my skin, I pressed my lips against the 
curve of your neck, and kissed once, twice, before 
biting you softly. Your moans, which though you try to 
restrain, attest to your desires building within your 
heart.

You pulled me over your body, and after giving you a 
gentle kiss upon your forehead, I sit up on my knees, 
looking down at the angel beneath me. I breathed in 
slowly, allowing my eyes to savor every part of you, 
from the way your golden hair fell over your sweet 
face, to the way your skirt had risen, letting the 
firelight paint its picture across your thighs. I 
watched carefully, as your body trembled in 
anticipation, and lowering my face to your skin, I 
kissed slowly the warm flesh of your thigh, hearing you 
gasp quietly.

I raised my lips from you, and whispered, "Est-ce que 
Je Peux?"

After a few moments of silence, save the crackle of the 
fire and your deep breathing, I heard you whisper back, 
"Oui, embrassez-moi, me goutent."

I could not help but smile, adoring the sweet French 
accent which flowed from your lips. Following your 
command, I let my fingers slide underneath the band of 
your skirt, and watching your eyes the entire time, 
slid it slowly down your calves, over your knees, and 
then away from your body. I set the material on the 
floor, and turned back to you, to see you had removed 
your shirt, exposing your breasts to the warm air. 

Sliding my hands over your flat stomach, I cradled and 
massaged your breasts, feeling your nipples grow harder 
under my fingertips, and I watched your eyes close, 
your head turning sideways and upwards, as you lifted 
your body near my face.

My cheek grazed against the thin material of your 
panties, and I moved my face to rub against your 
intimacy again, before slipping my fingers under the 
elastic and pulling them down very slowly, kissing 
every inch of skin that appeared as they slid off you. 

Finally, just as your body was growing impatient with 
the kisses that came within inches of your lust, your 
panties were around your knees, and when you lifted 
your body once again, my lips pressed against the 
smooth flesh of your sex. 

Instantly, I felt your body tense and quiver, and I did 
not remove my lips, allowing them to explore the moist 
folds of your sex, kissing slowly and lightly, until 
your body once again grew impatient and raised to my 
mouth. I then slid my tongue up your slit slowly, 
savoringly. Within moments, my tongue was met with the 
juices of your desire, and I pressed my mouth against 
you, to take them, taste them. 

Your sweet nectar flowed over my tongue, and I 
swallowed the juices as I continued to lick you, kiss 
you, savor you. Intoxicated by your smell, by your 
taste, my hands cradled your breasts as I led my tongue 
to enter you. 

Your sex was tight even around my tongue, and I pressed 
my lips to the lips of your womanhood as it explored 
your depths.

Soon, however, your body could take no more and my ears 
heard your cries just as my lips were met with a flood 
of your juices. Your muscles spasmed around my tongue, 
and as I withdrew from your body, you wrapped your arms 
around my neck and pulled me up to your lips. You 
smiled innocently at me, before sucking on my lips, and 
soon your tongue was dancing with mine, tasting, 
feeling.

-

As the night wore on, and the fire burned on slowly, 
soon you were in my lap, and I was inside of you, your 
body clamping onto me. The remaining light of the fire 
reflected in your eyes, as your mouth quivered with 
your moans, I became entranced in this dream of making 
love to you. 

For the third time, I felt your body spasming, 
tightening, taking everything from me deep inside of 
you. I gave you everything you wanted, filling you, 
dripping from you. 

I watched your hand slip between your thighs, and then 
felt your touch upon my organ still buried inside of 
you.

Searching deep in your eyes, you pressed your lips to 
my ear, and as we lay back on the bed, I heard you 
barely whisper, "Je t'aime."

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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