("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Welcome Home by bikertrash (address withheld) *** A passionate homecoming after a long time away... he fuck of my life makes a return appearance. (MF, rom, oral) *** I stood at the window sipping my glass of wine and waiting for you to pull up. I was so eager to see you after such a long time, and had spent some time with my attire and makeup – not too much makeup, though; and with my hair down and brushed out the way you liked it. You were running behind, so I was a little further in the wine bottle than I wanted to be, my nervousness causing me to drink faster than I had intended. I was turned away from the window making sure the room was perfect when I finally heard the rumble of your bike engine and looked back around to see you pulling into the drive. I watched you shut the bike down, then you looked around and finally at the front door. I went to the door and pulled it ajar, without opening it, then backed into the middle of the room, wanting to create a lasting first impression and enduring visual for you, since we had not seen each other in so long. You tapped on the door; "Hello" you called inquiringly. "It’s open" I replied, and you walked in. Now, the pictures you sent did not do full justice, as none could ever capture the essence of your personality and charm that were present when you smiled and your eyes twinkled. That grin turned on me now, and I felt my muscles weaken a little, and a flush of warmth just south of the tattoo I had gotten to brand me with your mark. Broad shoulders and strong arms in a sleeveless t-shirt. Trim waist and hips. My God. The rush of emotion and physical reaction threatened to bring me to my knees…. Then you strode across the room – reaching out you pulled me to you hard, one hand around my waist and the other on the back of my neck. You kissed me demandingly, and I felt your hand twisting in my hair, holding my head still as you claimed my mouth. I could small the bike exhaust and sweat smell on you, and I loved that you looked and smelled and acted like a real man. Then your other hand left my waist and I could feel it between us, working at your pants and my head was pulled back, hard, at the same time. The wine had made me unsteady, and pulling down and back on my head, you forced me to my knees. You had your erect cock in your hand, and as my knees touched the floor you fed it to me saying "Take it", using both hands firmly on back of my head to prevent me from doing anything else. Using my tongue, I reached out and licked as much as I could reach, and tightened my lips around it, holding it tightly and sucking it into my mouth, bracing my hands against your thighs. Your hips picked up a slow tempo and you began fucking easily in and out of my mouth, still holding me by the hair, them picking up a tempo gradually as you became too aroused to restrain yourself. I kept up with your rhythm as best as I could, positioning my throat to allow you as deep access as you chose. But accidents sometimes happen, and on an outstroke my teeth caught on the head of your dick, causing you to swear. You thrust fully into my mouth, forcing your way down my throat with your hand on my head, and reaching down into the neckline of my (ever so carefully chosen) dress, you grabbed my breast in your hand and pinched the nipple hard; "Careful, goddammit it, you are going to pay for that!". I moaned with the sudden wave of pleasure I felt. Abruptly you pulled your hand from dress and, pulling me up and moving me around by the hair, bent me over the dining table, then held me by the back of my neck with one hand while the other pushed my skirt up and yanked my insubstantial panties off, tearing the elastic and lace and destroying them. Using your knees you kicked my legs apart, until the only thing supporting me was my torso on the table, and I felt the head of your dick pressing into my hot and wet pussy. You placed a hand on each shoulder and pushed into me all the way with a single stroke. Although I was already wet it was so tight that my breath was taken from me, and you began pounding firmly – full in and out strokes, gaining in intensity and, impossibly, depth. My hips lifted to meet the strokes, and you pushed me down onto the table again. "now take it" you said – "this is so that you will know exactly who is in control. And don’t come; if you do, and make me come before I am ready, you are going to be in trouble." Naturally, these delicious sensations being what they were, and you being who you are, to tell me not to come and threaten punishment for doing so was all that was needed to push me over the edge. My back arched as a powerful orgasm swept through my body, and would have lifted me off the table had you not been holding my arms down. As wave after wave swept through me, you pulled my back up tight against your chest, holding me tight against you with your hands on my breasts, and I could feel your hot breath in my ear as you cursed me "all right, sexy bitch – have it your way, But you will pay for this later." You pulled me tight against you and I could feel every pulse of your release, as you came deep inside of me. A hand shifted down to touch my clit worked me quickly to another orgasm, and I screamed aloud as my cunt contracted over and over and pushed your softening cock out. Without a word, laying me back on the table you walked to the fridge for a beer, picking up my torn panties on the way and dropping them in the trash. I heard the shower go on in the bathroom, and began collecting myself and rearranging my clothing. I fixed another glass of wine and finished preparations for dinner, and was setting the last of the meal on the table when you walked back in. I handed you a cold beer, and you set it aside as you took me in your arms and kissed me tenderly. "Welcome back, I said. "I missed you while you were at the rally." You kissed me again, and said, "I missed you, too, Babe – damn if you don’t look edible tonight." After a wonderful meal there was a long hot night of tender passion and epic lovemaking, with some unexpected events thrown in, but these are stories for another time. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 29