Message-ID: <17017eli$9811062143@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MikeY Subject: Popsicle 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: <363AA310.E0200703@sympatico.ca> A Fantasy/Memory Sliding up your thigh, cold as a flame - you clench against the bonds, then relax. You could tear them loose, but prefer the pretense of helplessness. You wait, sightless, for my next touch. Your nether lips, already full and hot from our other games, mouth me closer, so I glide the frozen tease gently over them. I can almost hear them sizzle as you hiss and involuntarily pull away, then with a chuckle of contentment tip your hips back up at me. But now those lips are bright and glistening, but cold, so I lick them warm with my hot tongue, and sup the delicious blend of tastes. Orange - more a colour than a flavour, memories of childhood summer days, changed forever now. You push with pleasure against my lips, so I pull back, then trail the frozen delight past your navel, up your ribs - you pull again against your restraints as your side shivers into goosebumps. And the same anticipatory chill swirls into your nipples, already erect, pushing them even higher. I slowly circle the left one, closer and closer, with the softening, but still cold, popsicle. Gently stroke it, as it reddens and hardens, then suck it into my warm mouth like a frozen strawberry. Back down I slide, to your hips, as they gently, restlessly squirm. I tease your clit, chill it, then suck it warm, chill it, suck it - you're getting more impatient now, as your juices wash away the syrup. So in goes the frozen dessert, quickly, and you catch your breath as I twist it back and forth. Then it's softening, crumbling, I dig deep with my tongue for my orange Slurpee, sucking it out with your juices, all chilled and syrupy inside now. And suddenly I slide up and thrust right in with my hot cock - the contrast is too much for you, the bonds are torn, your arms and legs wrapped around me as we both grasp and shake and shudder and jerk and quiver - and then subside into a series of mini-shivers, after-shocks, wrapped in our warmth. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----