Message-ID: <8068eli$9802041356@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Count Draven" Subject: visit Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19980202235358.26066.qmail@hotmail.com> >your visit in New Orleans has been delicious....the huge, Antebellum >house you are staying in is seething with musty history, sins covered >and discovered....a slow, languid feel of rich hedonism that seems to >seep from every timber...the scent of magnolias, the ivy climbing the >stone walls wafts intoxicating and opiate into your lushly appointed >chamber....as it mingles with the flickering candle-light you begin to >feel dizzy... you feel a desire, almost a compulsion to get some fresh >air....your chamber seems so stuffy all of a sudden....you don a robe of >crimson silk and wander downstairs, listlessly, as if in a trance....the >carpets of the old manor still soft and lush under your bare feet...as >you step into the courtyard the carpet of grass is moist and soft as the >scent of magnolia and wisteria drifts by on a balmy, still breeze....a >full, shining moon gazes down brightly a wind, crisp and knife-edge >sharp passes by you, making your long, silky fine hair flow to the side >like a cape, making your silken robe flutter like a banner on an empty >battlefield....in your abstracted haze you wonder dazedly about the drop >in temperature....then you feel a Presence behind you.....you turn >around.....the man you see is tall, with the lithe, powerful grace of a >jungle cat....or a wolf....a long overcoat of sable velvet flutters >around him in the breeze like a cape....His hair remains perfectly in >place in the wind.....silky fine onyx strands with a lustrous >sheen.....He is pale complected, but striking with a sharp chin, and >full, delicate, sensuous carmine lips that show white teeth gleaming as >He deigns to give you a hungry, predatory smile.....and His eyes....His >eyes....His eyes...bottomless...a deep blue with an icy coldness that >keeps your and holds your gaze as you see within those deep eyes a >control...a confidence...a hunger that makes your heart pound...you are >afraid of this Stranger...and terrified even more that it is not the >fear that makes your heart pound....or keeps you from running..... >thoughts are cloudy, hazy...but your senses...your senses seem so >alive...the crisp bite of the night air...the tropical, floral scent of >the wisteria....the sound of the wind, the feel of your silky fine hair >as drifts around your neck in the breeze...time seems to relax...when He >gives you a slight nod and your hands reach to slide off your robe, as >if of their own accord, as if they belong to someone else...the silk >seems to take minutes to fall rustling to the dewy ground...the silk >seeming so slow as it slides down your neck...across the swell of your >breasts in the crisp night air your nipples pucker and stiffen as the >silk slides across them....down the curve of your back, brushing against >your rear, the sensitive tops of your thighs...the fabric whispers into >a billowing pile on the ground....you stand there...your smooth white >skin exposed to His cold, appraising gaze...and still you do not run, >cannot run...your heart pounds from the fear, fear of this Man, and fear >of yourself that you do not run....He waves His hand with a precise, >elegant flourish, and is suddenly holding a crystal glass of blood-dark >burgundy...He proffers it, and you accept, with no hesitation...as if in >a daze...you drink....the fragile glass lifted to your red, delicate, >cupid's bow lips...the deep, carmine elixir is smooth and warm as it >glides past your lips, white teeth....the inside of your long, slender >neck to your chest, its warmth begins to course through your veins, a >languid hot relaxation tempers your blood....with a deft, assured >gesture He plucks the crystal from your tremulous hand...He waves His >hand again, and the glass becomes a black rose...He gently caresses the >soft petals up your neck...your senses are so alive...the velvety petals >make you tremble as they lightly graze you...then He holds it by the >stem, and lets the long, wicked thorns lightly scratch your cheek...you >gasp at the sharp, burning sensation...He hands you the rose, and you >hold it loosely, carefully..... His long slender fingers trace down your >back, across your shoulders, down the back of your thighs...you feel so >languid, relaxed....His touch tingles electrically...you are still held >captive by that piercing gaze, so is so confident, infuriatingly assured >as His smooth hands, silky smooth, not at all sticky with sweat, caress >you, learn your curves.....He knows how to touch you, knows your secret >places, His long fingers play you like a fine violin....He keeps you >with His gaze as He leans down, lets His soft, delicate lips lightly >graze against yours...you feel a melting sense of bliss as His knowing >hands glide up and down the length of you...your heart is pounding, from >fear, from excitement...His sharp teeth lightly nip your lower >lip....you gasp...your senses are so vibrant, the mild pain so...what? >you melt into His strong embrace...you offer no resistance as His strong >arms gently guide you to the soft turf...His coat is lying on the >ground, the soft velvet kisses up the back of your thighs, your rear, >your back as you feel yourself being stretched out...one of His strong, >irresistible arms, His powerful hand stretches your arms above your >head, holds them there for moment...His mouth departs from your soft >lips, leaving them only your small gasps and inaudible sighs....when He >removes His hand, your arms are still stretched above you, as if His >will is as real to you as iron bonds...His mouth feels so warm now, to >sybaritically soft and smooth as it glides along the nape of your long, >slender neck...His teeth are sharp…they scratch you as His mouth moves >down your neck, leaving faint red furrows which fade to white...His long >fingernails are lightly caressing, teasingly grazing the outside of your >slightly parted thighs, the small of your back as He gives your neck a >sharp nip...you feel a languid heat of drowsy contentment as He does >this...His hands are warmer now as they are gently caressing the inside >of your legs....you feel another sharp nip on the swell of your breast, >and then a warm mouth gingerly encloses your nipple...a long tongue >lightly over your nipple with a speed and lightness that makes you think >of butterfly wings....or a serpent's tongue... His long nails are still >grazing your skin lightly, making small circles slowly up the inside of >your thigh....you feel like you are melting...you realize He is >completely silent, discern no breathing, and know that the shallow >panting you hear, the sharp gasps, must be your own...He sucks your >nipples with more pressure now, His tongue bearing down on it...His >long, slender finger deftly curls up inside your deepest place, finding >your most secret spots...your heart is pounding, as if it were beating >for two...your senses so alive...colors brighter, scents headier, sounds >sharper, and touches oh god touches....touches so vibrant, tingling, >electric...your skin feels so sensitive all over...the velvet under you, >the warm moist suckling at your breast, the long flexible digit inside >you...you are floating, weightless in the power of your sensations, >almost over loaded...you are barely aware of the moist mouth leaving >your breast, those soft satin lips gliding down your smooth skin...you >feel another sharp nip at the side of the small of your back...you are >so sensitive there...it is a sharp piercing, a white-hot >sensation...that makes you gasp, makes your whole body tremble...it is >so quick...you almost want to feel it again...and again...that needle >piercing....and then you do, you feel another piercing nip, at the >inside of the top of your thigh...and before that pain so sharp as to be >pleasure subsides, you feel a tongue deep within you...a pleasure so >great as to be almost pain...the two concepts seems to blur, to blend, >to lose all distinction...a long, supple tongue....a warm, soft, slick, >smooth tongue plunges deep inside you...you are trembling, >shaking...your limbs are tense, wanting to writhe...but your arms are >still stretched above you, held by invisible bonds of will....time loses >all meaning when that pointed tongue presses more firmly against your >secret button....that tongue moves slowly....with the relentless, >hedonistic, inhuman patience of one who has countless lifetimes before >him....you are gasping and trembling...your spasming becomes more >intense when that tongue touches you, and last for a thousand >eternities.... you continue to murmur breathless little sighs, continue >to float in a sea of liquid ecstasy even after He slides once more up >your body, slowly, sucking and nipping...His warm soft lips are once >more on your neck, you feel that sharp piercing again...it feels at >least as intense as His tongue did moments? lifetimes ago....as He >continues to passionately, reverently suckle at your nape, your feel >something long and thick sliding into you...it is so hot as it eases >inside you....and you wonder...if it is your essence filling him.....as >He fills you....He moves into you slowly, patiently...an inhuman >connoisseur of pleasure and sin, He takes His time...as He plunges deep >within you....so deep....stretching you...filling you....your hands are >suddenly free...as if He knows...that you are now His, that you will do >as He wishes...you place them on His back, feel the definition, the >strength, the animal power, and begin to match His slow, easy, steady >rhythm as He glides into you....gliding....easily...sensuously...He >fills you....you are aware only of the sensations that penetrate your >dream-like haze of languorous, languid, liquid >pleasure...sensations...so powerful....intense....a feeling of rapture >and ecstasy you never dreamed could exist....except for maybe...in your >deepest, darkest places...the places you fear to look...He has delved >into...shown you such passions, such sensual feelings....the sensations, >the powerful, dizzying, over-powering, floating sensations....are so >much....too much…not enough....you can take no more....you are >overloaded on your senses.....you feel a darkness stealing over you, >stealing you, as you black out..... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |