Message-ID: <15417eli$9809182237@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gandersonac@my-dejanews.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: A Midnight Snack? (mf cons) 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: <6tjf76$4h4$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> A Midnight Snack? There are some dreams so erotic you don’t even want to wake from them. Sometimes they are images, faces, bodies. Sometimes they are nothing more than impressions and a gentle warmth down below. That was the sort of dream I was having, or rather, had just had. Consciousness came slowly, so gradually I couldn’t really tell the moment that sleep gave way to wakefulness. The impressions, the images faded even before I was awake enough to mourn their loss. The images faded, but the warmth did not. A feeling of liquid heat surrounded my sex, in its way every bit as erotic as the dream. Bit if it wasn’t part of the dream… My sleep sodden lids lifted slightly. The pillow beside me was bare. For some reason I thought it should be otherwise. I looked down and fond my lap covered by her hair. Her beautiful silken hair splayed carelessly about her head as she held me in her mouth. The last remnant of sleep suddenly gone, images of the night before came flooding back. Sometimes dreams have nothing on reality. Apparently my body reacted too. Just then she turned her face to mine. Her eyes held a decidedly devilish look. She lifted her head slowly, he eyes holding mine, her lips caressing the length of my cock as she pulled from it. "Mmmm… Good morning beau*mph*" Suddenly she was on me. Her mouth covered mine in a needy kiss. Her breasts pressed against me as she raised her hips. A frantic hand found my sex and guided it into hers. The lazy tenderness of a moment before was gone, replaced by desperate desire. She pressed her hips to mine. I sank into her smoothly, as though she’d been ready for hours. Another thrust. Then another. Steady, fast and hard she drove me into her. Her breath in my ear, her sweat slick skin against mine, she ground her hips against me, moving me inside of her. I moved to enfold her in my arms, but just then she sat up. Her knees on either side of me, her back arched slightly, her hands on my thighs behind her, she hunched her hips against me. The sight of her above me, her breasts swaying with each thrust, the feeling of her muscles gripping me, drawing me deeper inside her was just too much. I was so close, the electric tide already rising within me. I tried to slow her, to think of something else, to hold on, anything to draw this out a little bit more, to make it last, to try and bring her with me. It was useless. As I passed the point of no return, I grabbed her hips, pulling and pushing in the rhythm I so desperately needed. Every muscle tensed, my eyes squeezed shut, my head pressed back, I cried out. Deep inside of her a sticky stream burst forth. The pleasure was indescribable. I relaxed, in heaven, in love, and completely satisfied. Still she moved atop me. Even as I shrank within her, she kept thrusting faster, more desperately. The wild look in her eyes, the almost animal need that twisted her face brought life back to my flagging member. She ground her clit harder and harder against me. Her hands flew to my shoulders for better leverage. She rocked my entire body with the force of her thrusts. The skin of her chest and face flushed deep red, her grip tightened as she hovered just on the brink. A sudden tension as she clutched me with her knees and with her sex signaled her plunge over the edge. A few more quivering thrusts and a groaning sigh of release and she collapsed. She rolled onto her back beside me, nearly panting with exertion. I lay silent, not wanting to break the mood, not quite believing the intensity of what had just happened. "Thanks" she said, still catching her breath. "I needed that." I rolled over to gently kiss her burning cheek and draped an arm over her. She was already fading back to sleep. Morning was still hours away. "No problem" I said, closing my eyes and snuggling against her. "Just remember… Turnabout’s fair play. :)" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Notes: As always, comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome at gandersonac@my-dejanews.com I could really use some help with my grammar and punctuation. Anyone willing to play editor for a well meaning author, please contact me at the address above. Hopefully by the time this is posted, this story and the others I've written should be available at http://www.mit.edu:8001/afs/athena.mit.edu/user/k/i/kirsch/dale/www/stories.h tml I'll be working on this site on and off for a while, trying to make it as useful as possible. Finally, the story above depicts unsafe sex. Except for marriage or other long term monogamous relationship, this is only clever in fantasy. We're not just talking about pregnacy here kids, we're talking about death. Be carful. Just my 22 cents worth -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----