Message-ID: <32439asstr$999900604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Luke Gillis" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 06 Sep 2001 23:41:43 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 07 Sep 2001 06:41:43 GMT Subject: {ASSM} In Memory on Xanthos Pendragon: Anticipation (Not Related) (file 18/18) Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 18:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Anticipation by Xanthos Pendragon You're leaning back in your chair, relaxing at the end of a long day. You're sitting there naked, your lover very gently caressing your shoulders and neck from behind with just his fingertips - barely touching you, causing all the day's stress to just flow from your body. You know this game too well; it's one of his favorites. He occasionally touches the back of your neck at the hairline; his fingers flow around and under the chin then up the sides of your face to your temples. His hands turn and reverse the flow back down to you shoulders again. The sensations you feel are beyond anything you had experienced before this lover. Your juices are already flowing, knowing what is to come. After a few gentle swirls, his hands pass between your breasts without actually touching them, only giving you the most feather-soft of touches as they move down your belly, almost - but not quite - to your trimmed bush, then around your navel, your sides, then slowly turning and following their path back up between your breasts and to your shoulders again. Every movement is exquisite torture; ever so close to your breasts and pussy... but ever so far. You want him to touch you there... No... you *NEED* him to touch you there... but you know he won't. It's all part of his game. You also know he won't let you touch yourself either... You've been in this game too many times. You feel his warm breath whenever he leans close to you; its gentle caress of your neck and ears. The sensations build slowly... Ever so slowly... On one of their return trips, his hands ever so softly touch the bottoms of your breasts. If your body wasn't wound up so tight, you would have never noticed it; instead, the touches send you right to the edge... but not quite. Your body whimpers, begging for the release that could come at any second - or several minutes from now. A half-hour after it began, his hands start another pass down your chest, passing once again between your breasts without touching... only this time, instead of continuing past your breasts, they separate and sweep around the bottoms of your breast, caressing them fully; cupping, squeezing, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers... You hardly notice; your body is wracked by an orgasm so strong that you almost pass out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ Please send your comments to: xanthos@elp.rr.com http://xanthos.the-wolfpack.org/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+