Message-ID: <3027eli$9708161553@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sarlim@aol.com Subject: The Reader 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: X-Original-Message-ID: <970815205902_1250793895@emout18.mail.aol.com> The Reader Sarlim@aol.com With Paul sleeping in this Sunday morning I decide to go into our den and fire up the computer. As the whir of the hard drive signals the system booting up I think about how glad I am I discovered online erotica. Having been married to my husband Paul for twelve years I was feeling that our sex life had gotten a little predictable. It's not that our sex life is bad, far from it. Paul is a very caring lover and over the years has learned how to touch me in 'just the right ways'. Still sometimes our lovemaking lacks that spark that is present in fresh relationships. While looking for ideas to spice up our sex life I turned to our computer and the internet. I quickly gave up on the male oriented photos to provide me any insights, and the chat rooms didn't seem right either. Then I stumbled across erotic stories on-line, like the ones I'm looking for today. I login to our internet account and start looking for new stories on my favorite erotica pages. I scan the titles and descriptions looking for something that sounds interesting. I find a story description that sparks my interest. It's a story about a woman having sex with a stranger. I guess this has always been one of my fantasies, to have sex with someone I don't know. I don't think I'd ever do it actually, but as something to fantasize about its always been one of my favorites. Opening up the story in my browser I untie my robe and let the front fall open, and begin reading. "I can't believe I invited this man I met at the neighbors party up to my apartment. I don't even know this strangers name. But I know what he wants." My hand slips inside of my robe, gently brushing my nipples as I read the passages on the computer screen in front of me. In my mind I imagine myself in the place of the woman in the story, giving herself over to passion and lust as a stranger caresses her. "The stranger pulls me close to him. I can feel his erection pressed against my bottom as he starts rubbing my nipples through my blouse." My nipples harden in response to my touch and the thoughts I imagine as I scroll down the screen, reading more of the story. In my mind I picture the stranger's hands on my breasts. I imagine the feel of his body behind me as my passion rises. "Bent at waist, resting on the counter, the stranger has my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down. I can feel the head of his cock pressed against my hot and waiting pussy." My hand moves from my nipples, down to my pussy. I'm already moist from the excitement of the story and my caresses. I easily slip first one finger, then a second, inside myself. I pretend that instead of my fingers, it is the strangers cock that is now inside me. "With unrelenting lust the stranger fucks me from behind, his cock pounding into my pussy. My orgasm hits strong, the shudder's of my body sends the man inside of my over the edge and his orgasm comes moments later." I stop myself from going over the edge the characters in the story just reached. I want to involve Paul in this story-inspired fantasy of mine somehow. After a moments thinking I plan a little morning fun. I grab a towel from the bathroom and go to our bedroom. As Paul lays sleeping I go to the dresser beside our bed and use the towel to cover the top half of the mirror. I look at the mirror and how the towel will block the upper portion of it. Satisfied that my plan will work I turn my attention to my sleeping husband. Watching my husband I decide how best to make sure he wakes up in the proper mood for what I have in mind. I carefully pull the sheet up from the side of the bed until his cock is exposed. Straddling him on my hands and knees I take his member into my mouth and begin using my tongue on its head. It doesn't take long until my actions cause Paul's cock to begin growing in my mouth. His shaft is fully erect by the time his hands brushing my head tell me he's awake. I work carefully now, building his passion, but not too far or too fast. I sense Paul reaching the edge and pull away from him. Still on my hands and knees on the bed I move, facing the mirror and offering myself to his rigid passion. I watch in the mirror as Paul moves behind me. I see that the towel is working just as I'd hoped. In the mirror I see myself but the towel blocks the reflection of Paul's head and shoulders. The story begins going through my mind as I picture the faceless stranger about to take me from behind. Between the wetness from my earlier self-pleasures and the saliva from my waking Paul up his cock easily slides into me fully. Grabbing my hips Paul begins fucking me with desperate passion. In the mirror I watch as my imagined stranger takes his pleasures from my body. I watch us fuck and run the story through my mind as my passion quickly builds. I can sense Paul/the stranger pumping faster, their passion building. Knowing he will cum quickly I reach to my clit with one hand and begin rubbing myself there as we continue to indulge our lust. Paul/the stranger thrusts himself deeply into me as his orgasm takes him. This pushes me over the edge and my own orgasm washes over me but a moment later. Lying in Paul's arms we quietly caress each other as we catch our breath from the mornings' lovemaking. I think about how a little fantasy once in a while is definitely a good spice for a long term relationship. I hope I bookmarked that story page. I'm sure that I'll find all kinds of other things there to fire up my imagination and our passions. -- +--------------' 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> /