Message-ID: <11835eli$9806021738@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sinopern@aol.com (SinopeRN) Subject: Please Don't Be Nervous 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: <1998060219473100.PAA25863@ladder03.news.aol.com> To R, At your request I have posted it. The room was silent except for the occasional intrusion of outside noise, a car cruising, a dog barking or voices raised in laughter as they passed by. I reached for the music and turned on my favorite instrumental. It's haunting quality and occasional crescendos mirrored my mood. I found the center of my bed easily. Lying there thoughts of you returned. We had just talked a few hours ago. I felt helpless in our worlds apart from each other, connected only thru writing. I wrapped my arms around myself imagining them as your arms. My need was palpable. My body cried out for you. Your touch. I whispered your name over and over hoping you would in some way hear me. I wanted you to know that my desires were pent up in reflections of you. My heart began to ache for the nearness of you.. For just one moment in time to share with you to be yours unconditionally, for you to be mine as such. To have time alone to explore one another til we were totally satiated. "Come to me" escaped from me and in that moment I felt the rush over me, touched by a gentle breeze, you were there. Your breath close to my face, your hands touching my arms gliding down each of them. The sensations of reality mixed with the want of fantasy. With my eyes closed you had come to me in the form of my own hands. You guided them. The hands reached to my face, tracing along my eyes down the sides of my cheeks , across my lips then further to my neck. Down to my chest and reaching to each breast. My nipples began to tenderly ache as fingers grazed over them, teasing each to a hardened core. Palm to center, squeezing and releasing. Then finding between thumb and forefinger and slightly pinching. Electric volts shot thru me.... spiraling down to the center of my being. Inching past each orb to the sensitive skin directly beneath caressing, while still allowing the backs of hands to slightly tease the tightened nubs. Traveling downwards across the soft skin of belly and circling the naval. Ever moving til reaching the boundaries surrounded by the soft curls. Probing hands that reached to thighs and gently spread them open. Then sliding back to the triangle that lay exposed. Knowing fingers delved into the recesses of womanhood. Finding fire that survived amongst moisture. Dipping deep inside, exploring the haven. Delighting in being surrounded by satin flesh.. Then pulling out, wet and finding the nucleus of all desire. Massaging til thought is lost, moaning echoes about the room. Hands that bring me to the edge of wanton need. My body arches to those fingers. Craving more. Screaming for more, to be teased, titillated, to be ravaged. Hips undulate towards the source of wizardry. All the sensations of tangent want as one hand remains and the other returns to a breast. Continuing the onslaught. Each nerve ending cries out. ..touch me...feel me. I begin to beg ."Release me... release me". The hands know and move faster and faster. Clenching and squeezing and massaging and caressing and pulling and rubbing til I reach that height and tumble over it willingly. My body tenses seconds before absolution. Powerful convulsions envelope me. Trembling, I open my eyes to find only my hands but know that in that brief time it was you. Please don't be nervous... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----