Message-ID: <3878eli$9709081113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Archives Subject: RP: Sighs mf, rom 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: <3412F3B9.3F08@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, just the archivist. The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.) "Sighs" Le Lalique - 1994 Your hands were gliding through my hair, feeling the cornsilk texture, your fingers alternately kneading and stroking and massaging. I let my head move limply in whatever direction your fingers dictate, yielding myself to pure undiluted sensations. Then feeling your palms smoothing their way down past my face and shoulders, until they slide over the silken contours of my breasts. Cupping a hand under each, you lift their satiny weights, your thumbs and forefingers teasing my aroused nipples. Only after what seemed an eternity did you dip you head and lower your mouth, first to one nipple, around which you licked light little circles, before giving equal attention to the other. I tremble with anticipation. I cradle your head in my hands, drawing your face closer into my breasts. Without warning, your arms gather me up and in one effortless movement sweep me off my feet. I let out a little cry of surprise and cling to your neck as you carry me to the door and into the bedroom. You lay me down on the cool spread of ivory lace. I lie back, luxuriously naked, watching as your clothes drop soundlessly to the floor. My eyes feasted. You seemed carved in that half light, a sculpture come to life. Your chest broad and powerful, your arms corded. Absolutely sublime, a muscled yang to my voluptuous yin. You slide onto the bed and stretch out atop me, your weight on me, but evenly distributed, so as not to crush. Your skin feels satin smooth against mine, and your manhood is trapped between our bellies. Like something live and hard, straining to be free. You kiss me again, your fingertips feathering my face and arms, sides and hips, breasts and stomach. I watch, quivering, as you move slowly down my body, a symphony of lips and hands. I moan as you drill your tongue into my navel. And gasp as you hug my buttocks and press your face into the triangle of soft dark curls between my legs. I nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure. The sheer torture of your lips closing around me, gently nibbling and sucking. Then the overwhelming loss when you stopped. But not for long. You spread my legs apart, driving me even wilder by kissing and nuzzling and stroking my inner thighs. I gasp and can actually feel the beginnings of orgasmic pleasure coming on. I whisper "I can't wait any longer - please now!" "No," you whisper, "not yet. Lie back and enjoy it. You don't have to do anything ..." Tenderly, you slip a finger up inside my moistness. I scream, as my back arches. You glance up at me, your eyes glowing in the near dark. There is an intent expression on your face, a kind of purpose and power shining from within you. "Not yet, Sweetheart," you whisper. "All in good time." Your eyes seemed to reach into mine. "Trust me, Okay?" is your only reply. I go into spasms as you keep up with the teasing, bringing me to the verge, only to stop the moment before the tide can fully engulf me. The impatience I feel is unbearable. And still you tease, your tongue setting off little fires, your lips searching out secrets. The tide threatens again. And again you sense it and back off. You inquire "You really want it?" "God, yes!" I reply. You grab hold of my hips and lift them to meet yours. For a moment longer you seem to hover in midair, seemingly held there by some unseen force. Then I cry out your name again and you lower yourself and drive down into me. A look of beatific concentration comes over my face as you slowly began to thrust. Closing my eyes, I join your movements, rocking forward and backward, timing it so that we move together in a perfectly synchronized dance of flesh. As we begin to increase the tempo, I urge you on. Then I begin to moan and twist and writhe underneath you as the first full wave comes rolling over me. My thrusts increasing in fury to keep up with yours. And all the while, your eyes staying on my face. The thrashing of my body fuels your hunger and your moans merge with mine. Harder now, you squeeze my breasts. I shout and rake your back with my nails. You are too caught up in the engulfing heat to even cry out. Again, you squeeze my nipples, and despite my sudden tears, a shudder seizes me and my entire body begins to quake. I stare wildly into your eyes, as the tide tears through me, drowning you in a torrent of juices. My screams trigger the explosion within you. Sensing you coming, I contract as tightly as I can. Then the two of us tumble over the edge of the earth and out into the far reaches of time and space and the darkness and dazzling light beyond. For a long moment, we cling to each other, still joined, our bodies shuddering with aftershocks. After a while we slowly return to reality. I lie on my back, gasping for breath. Finally when I can feel my breathing return to normal. I turn my head to look at you. "I don't believe it!" I whisper. "I feel like I've been reborn!" You grin and reply "If this is what rebirth feels like, I want to be born again. And again." -- +--------------' 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> /