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Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Chat Fantasy (MF, slow, sensual)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY.
ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 SHOULD NOT READ THIS. SHOO!
GET THE LATEST K-MART FLYER AND LOOK AT THE UNDERWEAR ADS!
Second disclaimer: This is a rather gentle piece of con-sensual
writing; if you are looking for raunch, you won't find it here.
This is a first story, based upon experience and
imagination.
Constructive e-mailed comments would be welcome.
Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
earth_holder@hotmail.com
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Chat Fantasy (MF, slow, sensual)
The lights are off. I am wearing a man's shirt and panties, having a last
look at the Chat before I go to bed. I sit at my keyboard, watching the
Who's Here, when a talk window opens with the handle "Long Distance", and
the message: "I can touch you."
I type back: "Yeah, sure you can! Go ahead." And I do a quick find and
profile on this guy, and it comes up blank! "Now how did he do that? "What's
this fellow up to?" I wonder, and as I lean back in my chair I see his
return message: "Don't turn around."
Just then I feel a hand on the back of my neck! I jump, and whip my head
around, but nobody's there! When I turn back to the screen, I see another of
his messages: "I said, 'Don't turn around!'"
All of my muscles tense, waiting. Then I feel the hand on the back of my
neck again. It is a gentle, strong hand, and when it caresses my neck and
sweeps my hair to the side, I cannot help but turn around again. No one! I
really can't believe this, so I type: "What are you doing?"
The screen shows a smiley: ;-})> and then the message: "Just relax and
enjoy!" I am really a little scared, but also curious and a little aroused,
and my neck tingles from where I felt the hand, so I lean back into the
chair and close my eyes.
Almost at once, I feel the hand on my neck again, sweeping away my hair, and
a definite kiss is planted on my neck, and I think I can feel a moustache
and beard! Little shivers start up and down my spine. The hand gently
massages my neck, and I begin to relax a little, until I feel the first
button on my shirt undo!
I look down sharply, in time to see another one undo! I'm not sure I like
this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the hand on my neck
feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand stroke my forehead, and then
my eyebrows, and then my eyelids, and I feel a sense of warmth and
well-being, and I keep my eyes closed.
The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel a finger stroke
along my lips. With each stroke, a little arrow of sensation darts from my
chest into my belly. I think: "I don't care that it's weird, it feels really
good!", and I open my eyes for a moment, and see the message in the talk
window: "It only gets better!"
I feel the hands caressing my chin and neck, and I close my eyes again,
leaning back in the chair. The hands stroke down my neck, getting closer to
my breasts. I can feel the fabric of the shirt slip back and forth over the
tips of my nipples with the stroking, and they come erect. I shift in the
chair without thinking, my thighs parting slightly to ease an almost
unconsciously-felt pressure.
Now the hands are caressing the curve of my breasts, with fingertips
slipping under their weight, to slide along the sensitive crease where they
join my chest, and when the thumbs stroke over my nipples for the first
time, my breath comes in sharply, and I feel another arrow of sensation
shooting from my nipples into my belly. I don't mean to, but I open my eyes
and turn my head, and the feeling of the hands disappears instantly! I lean
forward quickly, and type: "I'm sorry, please come back!" The message
returns: "Close your eyes and lean back." And I do.
Almost instantly the hands are back, undoing the rest of the shirt buttons.
I lean my head back, and then I feel little hairs tickle my breasts, and
then a light pressure and warmth, and then I feel a warm kiss on my lips. I
can't stop myself, and I raise a hand to feel if someone is really there,
and for an instant, I think I feel skin, but then it is gone. I drop my
hand.
Now there is the sensation of lips nibbling at my neck, kissing their way
down to my breasts. The blood rushes into my head, and I feel my scalp
tingle, and a pressure in my cheeks. Then the lips gently close over a
nipple, and tug on it, pulling it up from my breast. My whole body gives a
little jerk, as the sensation of a tongue moves back and forth over the
nipple, and a feeling of suction pulls my whole nipple into this unseen
mouth. I squeeze my eyes closed, and just give into the sensations. At the
same time as the mouth is loving one nipple, a hand is pinching the other
between index and middle finger with rhythmic squeezes, thumb stroking
across nipple over and over. The rhythm of the mouth and the fingers sends
a continuous stream of sensation through my body, and I feel small
contractions happening between my thighs, and a fluttery quiver in my belly.
The mouth begins over again with my other nipple, and I feel a hand giving
the abandoned nipple a slide-y caress in the moisture left by his mouth. Now
I feel a hand starting to stroke down my belly, not in a hurry at all, just
feeling the skin and caressing lower every time. I open my eyes again, and
it all disappears, except for my arousal. I lift my bottom, and take off my
panties, throwing them at random. Then I sit back in the chair again,
deliberately lifting my pelvis and separating my thighs. I lean back, close
my eyes, and wait.
What I suddenly feel is the heat and touch of a torso against my breasts and
belly, and simultaneously with a deep kiss, I feel the touch and pressure of
an erection against my moist furriness. My whole body contracts with the
sensation, and I involuntarily lift my arms again in order to hug this
person. This time, as my arms wrap around the feeling of a body, his arms
also slip between my back and the chair, to hug me as well. I decide to
open my eyes NOW, but I CAN'T OPEN THEM! It's as if they were glued shut.
The mouth kisses it's way up to my eyes, and kisses my eyelids, teasing them
gently with the tip of the tongue. My being scared fades off in the nice
feel of this body holding me, and the warm skin under my hands and arms,
against my belly and thighs. I feel that it's alright, and I relax again,
except for a delicious feeling of pressure and
tightness where his erection is hard against my wetness.
Now I feel his mouth glide down, kissing its way to my breasts again. My
nipples crinkle in anticipation, and then I give myself up completely to the
glorious sensation as he loves my nipples again with his mouth and fingers.
As his other hand slips down between his body and mine, I press my fingers
into his back, sliding one hand down his back to feel his muscular bottom,
and the other up to his head, to pull it in closer as he creates sharp
sensations in my nipples and belly.
As I feel his hand caressing my belly lower and lower, I bring my legs up
higher, separating them widely to give him access. But to my surprise, he
doesn't immediately touch me at my core. Instead, he strokes his hand down
one side of my vulva, fingertips feeling and caressing the hair and skin,
stroking my inner thigh. Then he glides his hand back up, and I hold my
breath in anticipation, but once again, he just strokes down the other side
of my outer lips to my thigh. Then, with the pressure of his hand against
my outer lips, I become aware of how swollen I have become, and enjoy the
sensation of the pressure on first one side and then the other as he repeats
the caress. Finally, he cups me in his hand, his fingertips just barely
touching and tickling at the entrance between my swollen lips, where I can
feel my wetness, and knowing that he can feel it too.
He moves his fingers more and more in my wetness, still cupping me, the top
of his palm pressing against my clitoris with little rhythmic pulses. Then
with his fingertips wet, he draws them up and down, sliding along the inside
of my inner lips, caressing them, stroking them, and then he inserts the
tips between my inner and outer lips, shocking me with the incredible
sensitivity there. My thighs begin to quiver, and there is an intense
flutter beginning deep inside me.
Now he moves his hand, and I feel him grasp my inner lips just where they
meet over my clit, and he begins to *tug* down on them quickly, over and
over. Every time he *tugs* down on them, they slide over my clit, and I
feel the pressure of my blood and my heat and wetness increase, and my
breath moans with each exhalation. He places a finger on my swollen clit,
and now as he tugs on my lips, he taps his finger lightly on my clit at the
same time. Every tap sends daggers of electricity all though my body, into
my ears, into my nipples, into my womb, into my heated, swollen sheath,
where erratic involuntary spasms are beginning.
When he moves his mouth from my nipples up to my mouth, I kiss him
passionately, and he slowly presses his fingers just into my slippery
entrance. The muscles of my belly contract involuntarily, bringing my pelvis
up, forcing his fingertips to slip past the ring of muscle into me. He wets
his thumb, and begins making circles with it on the tip of my clit, as he
strokes his fingers strongly in and out of me.
I feel his little finger slide wetly down to my anus, and now with every
stroke of his fingers inside my sheath, I feel his finger advancing,
pushing, sliding into my ass further and further. Finally, his fingers are
deeply embedded inside me front and back. Holding them pressed into me,
thumb on my clit, he *SHAKES* his hand with a large, sharp movement,
stretching and moving me, my ass, my cunt, my clit, my womb. He does this
*SHAKE* over and over, and each time my muscles spasm on his fingers and
hand, and each time I scream into his mouth from the rush and fullness of
sensation.
Then he takes his hand away, sliding his fingers out of me, slowly, slowly,
abandoning my yearning. But I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and I
draw in my breath, waiting for him to fill me up. But he teases me,
pressing in until it is just beginning to open the ring of muscle, and then
drawing back a little. Finally, he presses in slowly, and I feel the ring
expand and open and slide over the head. We both catch our breath in that
moment, our expanding chests squeezing my breasts between us. He presses
forward, gliding all the way into me, and I feel as if he is filling me
completely.
When he is in me as far as I think he can go, he hugs me very strongly with
his arms, and pressing hard against me with all of his weight, forces
himself even more deeply inside my body than I could every have imagined
possible. My muscles contract in abrupt, uneven spasms again and again, and
I feel the thickness of him inside my cunt as I spasm, my muscle trying to
close on him, and I know that he can feel it happen. It makes me smile as I
kiss him deeply.
He starts a strong, pulsing rhythm, like the ocean waves, washing up
against me with each in-stroke, ebbing with each out-stroke. I move in
concert with him, my voice and my breath singing my arousal and joy in his
ear with each gasp for air and each moan. My sensation moves higher and
higher, and I suddenly convulse in a rolling, rushing, thunder of climaxes,
sometimes rising and falling, sometimes jumping from peak to peak, sometimes
soaring higher and higher until I cannot breath, and then breaking away back
to deep spasms that shake my body like a hurricane. I feel him thrust
himself completely, deeply into me again, and I hear his voice and breath in
my ear crying out his climax. As he gasps and moans, I can feel him pulse
against my cervix, and feel a deep heat spreading from him into me. This
pushes me into another series of climaxes, each spasm provoked by each of
his pulses against my cervix.
The two of us continue to hold each other closely, heads pressed tightly
together, jaw to jaw, enjoying all of the sensations: the feeling of great
heat in my sheath, the slow relaxation of muscles, the little aftershock
spasms -- both his and mine -- the slow subsiding of the swelling of
breasts, vulva, lips. My scalp itches, and when I bring my arms up to
scratch, he loves my breasts with his lips and tongue, still pressed deeply
into my body and being. Then we hug each other again, smelling ourselves,
smiling in pleasure and release.
Suddenly, I wake up! I am in my chair, naked. The screen on the computer
is dark. I am startled and think: "Was it all a dream?" I get up, and feel
the wetness where I have been oozing onto the chair seat. I stagger over to
my bed, slip under the covers, and fall asleep.
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