Message-ID: <15186eli$9809110128@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Carol Parsons Subject: Free Erotic Stories Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: cinders@voyager.net 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: <6sl8ae$6g0@news.voyager.net> Hello. I have an entire web site set up with 16 erotic stories, links to adult web sites, free stuff, and other things. If you would like to read more of my writing after the story below, please visit http://www.gen.com/dragon/carol/dream1.html G’Days Ahead I’m an Internet person and figure I will be for the rest of my life. There is just so much out there. There’s information, people, adventure, and yes, even trouble. I haven’t ran into any of the trouble, but I sure have ran into a lot of the rest. The best part of the Net is the people. There are friends on every corner. At one point I had so many friends that I couldn’t keep up with them, and most of them wanted have cybersex. I got to the point where I would cyber with four men at the same time in different chat rooms. Now I’m back to Earth with a minimal amount of friends, and I don’t cyber with more than one person at a time unless it’s in the same chat room. People that haven’t been on the Net also have trouble believing that you can really know a person on the Net, but I believe you can know them and in very special ways. I have one of those very special friends. His name is Chris, and he lives in Australia. He’s the perfect hero: charming, handsome, makes good money, humorous, lives in a great house in a great place, and has a voice that’s like listening to Heaven. I have been lucky enough to talk to him on the phone. We’ve even been known to have phone sex a few times. No one has ever been able to make me feel like he could over the phone. No one ever sounded so sexy to me no matter what he said. After I told him that one day, he came back with, “Fuck me then.” I giggled at him yet it really did make me want to. Just something about the way he said it with that accent. I was always aching for him. I felt sorry for him if I ever got to meet him, because I knew I would probably rape him. One afternoon the phone rang, and I picked it up not expecting an excited Aussie accent on the other end. “I have a plane ticket in my hand,” he said. “Where are you going?” I asked, thinking it was a bummer, because I would miss him. “Chicago, Illinois,” Chris said For a split second I didn’t realize what he had just said. Then it hit me. “Chicago, Illinois?!?!” I repeated. “You’re coming here?” Chris laughed at me. “In three days,” he said. “Think you can handle me? “Think you can handle me?” I asked back. “I hope so,” he said. “We can fuck all week,” he teased me. He was always saying stuff to tease me, because he knew I loved his voice so much. I don’t think he really understood, that was exactly what I wanted. “That would be great,” I told him. “I was teasing,” he said. “I wasn’t,” I replied. Chris arrived by taxi at my door on Sunday night. My heart was pounding, and I could hardly breath. He walked into my door, and I stared at the dark, handsome man before me. He smiled back at me, swung his arms out, and said, “I’m here. Let’s fuck,” in that wonderful Aussie accent of his. I laughed, then grabbed onto him and clung. My body quivered inside as tears ran down my cheeks and onto his shoulder. “Aw, love, what a nice greeting,” he said, so kind that I simply melted in his arms. Chris pushed me away ever so slightly, looked into my teary eyes, and kissed each one, then my cheeks, and ever so softly on my lips. It was all I could do to keep from attacking this sweet, sensuous man from the other side of the planet. “You are beautiful,” he said. It was true. His accent did make everything sound twice as wonderful, and the way he looked at me, made me know that it wasn’t just wonderful sounding words. He meant them. “You are even more handsome than your pictures,” I choked out between tears. I can hardly describe what I felt in that moment. It was like a dream that I never wanted to wake up from. I felt a part of him. “So does this mean we can’t fuck yet?” He asked, and winked, breaking up the moment. I giggled at him and then kissed him hard and fast, letting my tongue duel his. My body pressed against him tightly. I couldn’t stop myself. All the emotion of waiting for him and now having him came out at once. I was afraid I would be raping him, but he just kept kissing me back and pressing himself against me, too. Chris kissed my chin, neck, and ear as he whispered to me, “ I want you, and I can’t wait.” “Yes, Chris, take me,” I said breathlessly. Frantically he unbuttoned my sundress all the way down. His kisses moved down to my bare chest as I ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair. He touched my breast squeezing it gently, then ticklishly touching. My nipple grew hard and his mouth came down upon it. He nibbled ever so slightly, circling it with his tongue, then pursued my other breast. I watched him ravish my body in a way that dazzled me inside. I could tell that he really enjoyed doing it. “What a beautiful woman you are,” Chris said between kisses. “I’ve wanted you so long.” “Then fuck me,” I grinned turning the tables on him with that word. “Yes, my sweet, I will fuck you,” he said kissing his way down my tummy to my soft mound. Our clothes came off right there in the doorway. Chris picked me up and carried me to the couch. It had only been ten minutes since he arrived and already we were nude in each other’s arms and mouths. Out of all the adventures and sex that I have had, this had to be the most intense. It was quick and heated. I couldn’t stop it, nor did I want to. I ached for him all over. We kissed in a frenzy and touched more to please ourselves than each other at that moment. The rest would come during the week. Chris buried his face between my legs, I held my knees close to my chest and reached down to spread the lips of my pussy open for him. “Eat me, Chris, please. I’ve dreamt of your tongue on me.” I said between quick, short breaths. I watched him lick me with great joy. I wanted to be ate. I loved the way he made my body tremble with need and ecstasy. “Oh, Chris,” I mumbled. My body shook all over as I came in his mouth on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he said still licking. “Fuck me, Chris. I need you,” I begged. I knew it was quick and frantic, but I needed his hard cock in me so bad. Chris kissed his way up my body, then kissed my lips hard again. I wrapped my legs around him, and his cock slid right into my sweet cunt of lust. His cock was so hard and wide that it felt tight against my pussy walls. He moved faster and harder inside of me. We kissed intensely as he rode me over and over. My aching cunt wanted to cum, needed it, too. I tensed up inside as I felt Chris doing the same. He yelled, moaned, and his body shook as he came inside of me. “Chris!” I yelled. I came with passion and power. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. He kissed me over and over and held me so tight that I could barely breath. We stayed that way for a long time cuddling, then kissing and touching, before starting all over. “Are you okay?” Chris asked me. “Yes. I feel wonderful,” I said. “Then lets fuck again,” he said in his teasing way. I kissed him hard in answer and wrapped a leg over his body rubbing my wet pussy against his leg. We fucked slowly this time and made every touch and lick meaningful and a way to drive the other mad with passion. We made love all the rest of the week making it the most wonderful week of my life. I can only hope that I will see him again, and until then I know that over the phone and on the computer will just have to do. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----