Message-ID: <1597eli$9706241418@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: UXOclean@aol.com Subject: STORY: My Imagination Part 1 (m/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Part 2&3 exist. fron: uxoclean@aol.com It all started so innocently. An electronic pulse. A reply to a message. Our interests and desires quickly melded. An exchange of pictures provided fuel for fantasies and several solo explorations. We confessed. The rapport we had lead to a decision: to meet. I was extremely nervous going into it. It has a torrid Saturday afternoon in Washington D.C. There was the threat of thunderstorms. The storm in my loins dominated my thoughts as I prepared to knock. Was I ready? The ground rules were the ones I suggested. You were to be in control. I gladly accepted the submissive role. In fact, I craved it. I felt very comfortable with could happen and was willing. Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge. My fist hit ardently on the wood of the door. You opened the door. Our eyes meet. At the same time there is shame, but also recognition of each other's needs. "Come in" you say in an assured tone. The room is comfortable. The coolness of the air condition betrays my desires as my senses adjust. A chill on the back of my neck, sweaty palms. The head of my cock rubs against the silk of my boxer shorts. I am aroused. I feel the hint of wetness along the head. Lubricating, assisting and teasing me. The details of the room are a blur, my mind is racing. I finally focus on the swell of your breasts, cleavage revealed by your knit top. Your nipples harden, my gaze averts towards the floor. It is a subtle sign of my submission. My cock throbs harder, you take control. "Remove everything but your underwear Mark." You sit in a large chair as I comply. You gaze lock on to my motions. The shirt was easy, I felt a flush as I slowly unbuttoned my olive drab shorts and let them fall unceremoniously to the wooden floor. The tent of my erection is clearly visible against my soft boxers. I gaze down and indeed the is a small wet spot. You sit with a knee up throughout this process. A fingernail gently stroking your thigh. Your nipples are still hard. There is no need for talk. Over the weeks we have said everything to each other. There is just desire and need for release. "Lay on the floor" you order. A soft cotton rug is conveniently at my feet. "you thought of everything" I thought. With out hesitation I comply. I close my eyes as I am transported into the realm of the sensual. I hear you rise, walk over and stand above me. You look into my eyes as you unsnap the button, then pull down the zipper of your tight white shorts. One removed, you remove your panties with a long pull. Since you did not bend you knees to accomplish this, your ass spreads before my eyes. You wanted it to happen this way. You are asserting your control. I know it. I enjoy it. I throb. Recovering from that sight, the nest thing I know is that your feet are on either side of my head. I sense your pelvis moving towards my face as your knees touch the ground on the side of my ears. You are facing down my body as my tongue makes contact with your soft inner thighs. Your hips roll. My tongue reaches your lips, wet, aromatic, open.. You grind harder into my face. You are no longer gentle. You are insistent. I develop a rhythm: up from the bottom, firmly to the top, a soft circle around the top. Repeat. After five such excursions you understand. The rhythm is yours to explore and personalize. Up, around, and down. Over and over. You remove your top and cup your full breasts. Pinching your nipples each time my tongue circles your clitoris. I fell your muscles in your thighs tighten, your breath is becoming shorter. MY hands reach around your buttocks. I spread them wide. You are moaning, more and more. you hips are moving in an instinctual rhythm. Closer and closer you get. My constant pace never slackens in tempo or intensity. You reach down and feel my hard cock. the softness of the silk contrasts sharply with the hardness underneath. I sense you building more and more. The up, down, and around motion is fully taking effect. You are lubricating freely and are very wet. I feel a slight quiver in your stomach. I act quickly to insert a finger deeply into you wet channel.. In and out in a rapid manner. This finger is not intended to stay, just get wet. I circle your clit exclusively now. You are moaning even louder. I with draw my finger one last time and move it to the entrance of your anus. "Yes" is all you say. In a slight circular movement I penetrate your nether hole. Still circling your clit I and making my tongue firmer and firmer. Contact is only seconds away. As the second knuckle of my index finger pushes its way into your ass, you cum. Your tense thighs release and your weight fully falls onto my face. Your hair is askew as you convulse. I can hardly breath. I do not stop. you will not let me. After the initial orgasm, another one pops, totally surprising you. Your wetness gushes onto me. We are hot and sweaty. You are just beginning. You eye my cock. We lay together for a while. You finally decide to move. It is time to abuse me. To exert control. You want to see me lick up my sperm. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /