Message-ID: <3127eli$9708181817@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vortex@mis.net (Absinthe) Subject: just think about pure sex, deep sex, hard sex, rough sex Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-No-Archive: yes 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: <33f84643.63297187@netnews.mis.net> I haven't yet read anything here. If I did, I wouldn't post. I'm shy in certain respects. But not all. I originally intended to go to the tanning bed but then I remembered I forgot to put on a thong under my sundress. I wear a thong when I lie in the bed because I like the way the white lines accentuate my hips and make my legs look longer. I also put one of those red playboy bunny stickers on my chest. (You HAVE to put the sticker in the same place every time because if it slips that bunny is going to look like Abraham Lincoln.) I also HAVE to do this free form kind of peripheral wandering in my words here because it comes naturally to me. I don't pay attention to most people around me, I'm terrible with names and worse with numbers, and I really do think about what kind of mascara to use sometimes. It's also a defense mechanism, I suppose. It hides the blade. I give people a chance, a glimpse at what I'm really like, and if they don't pick up on it, fuck them, right? I separate the sheep from the goats real fucking fast. It was such a hot day anyway, my skin was already damp underneath the dress which was black. Detail is good, right? My hair was disheveled. I was wearing eyeliner from the night before, I think, and lip gloss that tasted like vanilla extract. When my skin is dark I don't wear as much makeup. I stood facing the door and I felt him grip my arm. I don't remember if I turned around or if he turned me around, but he pulled my arm so hard that for an instant I thought he dislocated it. I like pain. He was kissing me hard. I closed my eyes and kissed back hard, letting my body press into his and I felt his hands tighten around my wrists which were now behind my back. I started to resist, but I quickly realized that if I did that he might have let me go. I could barely breathe. I still didn't open my eyes, because, like I said, I'm shy sometimes... furthermore, it just made the experience more... tactile... like I felt his fingers ripping through my hair, pulling my head back, and I felt his mouth on my throat... My heart was racing so fast it felt like a blur. .. His hands were all over me and then he just slammed me into the wall and my head hit it hard and I opened my eyes and I was just dizzy. Reeling. He tore the dress off of me and I looked down and watched him trail his fingers along the edge of my bra before he ripped it open. I closed my eyes again and I could feel his mouth and his tongue along my stomach and then gliding back up along the wet skin and I felt so warm and dizzy...I can't describe it... I just kind of slid down the wall and landed on my ass and decided to let him do whatever he wanted. I felt the floor underneath my bare back and I could feel his tongue all hot and all over, like underneath my breasts and before he started sucking on my nipples they were standing up so hard they hurt... I can't even believe I'm writing all this. I can't even look at the screen I'm just staring down at my fingers typing. And I can't quite remember how everything happened. Sex is like being high or in a fever sometimes. It's like being in this altered state and now that I've come back down I can't tell you the precise order of occurrence... I just remember grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down on top of me and I was reaching for his cock with both hands and it was thick and rock hard and it was like I couldn't get him inside me fast enough. God, and I just wrapped my legs around him as he rammed in and out of me and I just kept telling him to fuck me harder and harder and faster and faster. Not like I had any elegant poetry coming out of my mouth or anything. My brain was in flames; he just laid me wide open. And we were biting each other all over and I was biting him and a couple of times I know I bit myself. Sharks are like that when they're in a feeding frenzy -- they don't know who they're eating anymore. Afterwards I was still licking the sweat off of him -- I just wanted to soak him in through my skin. Wet salty lust. I'm swollen just thinking about it. -- +--------------' 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> /