Message-ID: <3933eli$9709091030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Slowhand Luke Subject: The Storyteller by Eve Feral Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <3413C0A6.55F4@dial.pipex.com> Poster's note: I did not write this story. Feedback & comments to eveferal@mailanon.com please. The following story contains graphic discriptions of sexual activity between adults. Please do not read it if you are under 18, or below the legal age of consent in your locality. The Storyteller By Eve Feral * All original material and characters herein copyright 1997 by the * author. All rights reserved by the author. * Early morning sunlight filtered in from open windows, spotlighting Eve's quick, graceful movements as she returned to her bed. Desire coursed through her veins, and she felt dampness gathering between her legs. Her lover's words lingered on her as though they were his hands. He often wrote stories on the computer for her. Erotic stories. Sometimes she found them when she came home from work, sent to her via e-mail from far-off places. Other times, he wrote them in the middle of the night after she was asleep, and she found them in the morning after he'd left for the airport. He knew she was at her most sensuous in the morning hours when he was often away. His thoughtfulness in leaving her such tantalizing stories was one of the reasons she was so attracted to him. His potent sexuality, conveyed in artful words, had once again worked their magic. Eve surrendered to the fantasy he had created for her to enjoy as he flew back to Toronto. Not pausing to close the blinds or windows of her bedroom, beyond caring if neighbors across the backyard saw or heard, Eve settled back in the bed on a mound of soft pillows to give herself pleasure. Pulling her gown up, she began to stroke her soft triangle ever so gently, eliciting gasps of pleasure as she did so. She loosened the tiny buttons at the top of her gown. Her breasts ached to be touched. She arched her back, pushing aside her gown as she did so and exposing most of her full breasts. Her nipples were hard and tender with desire. Feeling an unexpected movement tickle on her neck, Eve suddenly laughed. Her cat Isis had sprung from the floor onto the stack of pillows. She lightly over Eve's nearly-bare right breast, pausing to touch the taut nipple with her inquisitive nose, providing Eve a jolt of pleasure. Isis then continued down her belly to the place where Eve's fingers were buried in her own pussy. She knew Eve's hand was the source of the rubbing and caressing she loved so much, and she bumped her head against the back of Eve's hand several times as if to say, "here I am, do me." But Eve's own pussy was saying the same thing, only more urgently. Eve's focus returned to the growing excitement her fingers were causing. Her pussy was tingling and throbbing, and her pelvis had begun to move involuntarily. Gutteral moaning from deep inside her escaped into the room, and began rising in intensity. She alternated caressing her clitoris with dipping her fingers in and out of her vagina. She was drenched with excitement, and her hips began rising from the bed to meet her fingers as she rubbed over and around her vulva. The neglected Isis continued to bump against the back of her hand, exerting more pressure on Eve's erect clitoris each time she did so and adding to her pleasure. Isis moved to the space on the bed freed when Eve spread her legs to more fully enjoy pleasuring herself. Looking in the mirror on the dresser, Eve could see her breasts poking out from the unbuttoned gown. The glimpse of her own wantonness excited her even more. But her view of her throbbing pussy was blocked by Isis, who was waiting impatiently near the warm opening between Eve's legs where she often slept at night. Eve reluctantly removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and began to rub Isis around her ears and neck. Contented purrs rose from her and increased in volume, just as Eve's did when her fingers rubbed just the right places. Isis began to writhe under Eve's touch, seeking optimum pleasure by adding her own movements to Eve's. The cat's closeness produced teasing sensations that electrified Eve's whole body. Eve's own pussy was now demanding attention. As her fingers moved back to the wet triangle which had been so patient, Eve caressed and opened the lips that were slick and swollen with longing. Her fingers slipped into the source of wetness, producing a contented "aahhhh" as she shuddered and gasped at the renewed touch. After a few moments, she moved her drenched fingers to her mouth to suck the taste of her sex, just as her lover had taught her. She went deep into her pussy for more of the wetness that was soaking her, then trailed her fingers up her body and rubbed the moistness across her breasts. She made another offering of her taste for her tongue, rubbing the wetness across her cheeks and under the tip of her nose. She wanted to smell and taste her sex. The pungency was exciting, just as her lover said. She dipped her fingers in again, deeper than before, and brought the wetness to her nipples and rubbed. The resulting coolness contrasted with her rising heat and fueled her desire, just as when her lover smeared her breasts and nipples with the pre-cum from his erect cock. Thinking again of his story excited her even more. She wished he were with her. Reading the story to her. Watching her. Telling her how it made him feel to watch her. Describing how hard he was getting. As Eve's gasps of pleasure and undulations under her fingers increased, she imagined him near her. She could almost hear his low moans and the catch in his throat as he watched her masturbating. He was an exceptional lover, she'd long ago decided. He was willing, even glad, to focus on her pleasure -- for hours it seemed. And he had learned exactly what excited her the most. He remembered that she liked his saying her name frequently when they made love, instead of calling her one of those generic babe or honey names that could apply to anyone. Would he be surprised to learn that the idea of masturbating in front of him would so profoundly excite her? As her ecstacy increased, she felt as though she'd entered into the erotic fantasy she'd read earlier. Readfucking him, she had come to call it, and his sensuous descriptions had the power to bring her to the brink of orgasm. She had not yet tried writing a story for him, though he wanted her to and often asked her to share fantasies with him. Now she felt an anticipation about writefucking him that raised her to a new level of desire. The words she would craft later for his pleasure began to cross her lips as her pelvic thrusts increased in intensity. The circular motion of Eve's fingers was replaced with urgent back and forth pressure, sending almost unbearable flashes of hot sensation bolting through her body. Just as Isis had done earlier, she began writhing under her own touch, her purring turning to intense moaning as sexual sensations raced through her. It felt as though the whole room and everything in it were fucking her. The faint breeze from the ceiling fan touching her near nakedness became her lover's breath moving down her body. Her orgasm was close, and she whimpered with longing for her lover's practiced ministrations. "Mmmmm," she purred as she closed her eyes to see him better, to feel his kissing and licking and tasting all the way up and down her now-arching body. "Aaahh, yes" he was at the sweet spot on her neck, then her shoulders, her chin, her lower lip. He lingered over her hard nipples, nuzzled at the fullness of her breasts, dipped his tongue in her navel and licked along the curve of her stomach. As the imagined whispery tongue-touches moved closer to the lovely place between her legs, Eve sank further into the deep stack of pillows as her pelvis rose higher, thrusting into the air. She was raging fire now. Ferocious sounds rose from her throat as her pussy received full attention from her long probing fingers. But instead of cooling her passion, Eve burned white hot. And just when she thought she could stand it no longer, when the desire for completion was overwhelming and she reached for her vibrator, Eve saw her lover standing in the bedroom doorway. She startled with surprise, but she was quickly overcome with a rush of animal desire for him. His beautiful cock was hard in his hand, glistening and ready for her. Desire consumed his features. "Watching you," he groaned, "is .." "Fuck me," she begged, exploding from the bed into his bare arms, her tongue filling his mouth and swallowing his words. "I can't wait another second." They fell to the bed and his cock plunged into her slick pussy without hesitation. His rockhard condition and willingness to forego his usual thoughtful foreplay were clues to Eve that he'd been watching for some time. The thought of it filled her with even greater urgency, and she clung to his manhood with her throbbing pussy. She would perhaps care later why he was here and not on a plane to Toronto, or whether to feel any embarrassment that he had been watching her masturbate. For now, all Eve cared about was fusing her body and soul with this man ... this storyteller ... this magician who was crashing into her, merging fantasy and reality. Two more deep, hard, womb-shaking thrusts from her lover was all it took. Intense waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Eve's climax was hard and near-consuming. Her pussy surrounded her lover's cock as he continued plunging deep inside her, seeking his own completion. And then he was climaxing too. Great pulsing streams of his come overfilled her and spilled out of her as he cried out and shuddered uncontrollably. They held on to each other as if they had created the idea of fucking and were afraid of losing it in the tossed pillows and tangled bedsheets. Eventually, their quieter breathing filled the room as they finally slid apart. The scent of powerful sex surrounded them. Isis, who had moved away long ago, returned to the place on the bed between Eve's again-open legs, blocking their view in the mirror of their barely-touching genitals. She began purring contentedly and absorbing the heat pouring into the summer bedroom from Eve's satiated vagina. Eve's lover took over the task of giving Isis her pleasurable caresses, along with a few well-placed brushes of Eve's pussy. Murmuring into her lover's ear, Eve said, "Until I knew you were standing there, I was imagining writefucking you and telling you how much I liked your story. I wanted to watch you as you read about me giving myself pleasure." "Does that mean you're disappointed I missed my plane?" he asked with a coy tone. "Oh yeah ... you aren't supposed to be here," Eve smiled. "Well, you know I wouldn't have missed fucking you for anything in the world, darlin. But now I think I understand why you like to tell me stories." Then, with unexpected shyness considering their considerable intimacy only moments before, she added, "I think it would be an exhilarating turn-on to write stories for you, then watch you masturbate." The expression on her face grew intense, "In fact, I bet you wish you could've watched me read your story this morning, and seen how much pleasure it brought me to masturbate and think of what you had written." "I did watch you," he said softly from where he was nuzzled against her breasts, "for longer than you know." _________________________________________________________ More quality erotic fiction can be found FREE at SLowhand Luke's World of Erotic Fiction http://www.superior.net/~poopsie Authors include Cynthia, Taria, Katie and Luke. 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