Message-ID: <37011asstr$1024783802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: FEATHER7 From: FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM (Wolf Feather) X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Server-Date: 22 Jun 2002 18:16:02 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 11:15:43 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} All Was Right with the World (M/f, b/d) Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 18:10:02 -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: kelly, dennyw she sighed softly as He licked the last of the whipped cream from her chest. All seemed right with the world, as crazy as that sounded: The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists were linked by chain to the four bolts on the underside of the bed, her eyes were shielded by a soft fur-lined blindfold, her collar felt a bit loose after the evening's activities, her body tingled all over from where He had licked up the whipped cream, and the open window allowed gentle breezes and the sound of the summer rain - her favorite sound in Nature - to waft into the upstairs bedroom. Indeed, everything seemed right with the world; she was certainly at peace and reveling in His gentle attentions. her body arched instinctively as His hand cupped her bare sex and squeezed gently; His teeth grazing a nipple caused her to gasp; the same teeth suddenly tugging at the nipple generated a moan deep within her; the penetration of several fingers into her wetness intensified the guttural utterance until it was smothered by His mouth hungrily devouring hers, allowing her to finally taste the whipped cream which had covered her entire body perhaps thirty minutes earlier. At least several minutes passed as she tugged against her bonds as her passion grew, demonstrated by her arching and writhing body against the expert touches applied by the One who knew her needs and desires so intimately. her tongue dueled with His, His wide, long tongue diving deep into her mouth to excite her even more as it was teased and battered by her thin, pointy tongue. The telltale warmth originating between her long legs began to spread quickly, and before her conscious mind could register this fact, she was raining upon His hand, bucking and thrashing wildly with the bed protesting at her frenzied motions and her cries muffled by His constantly-attacking mouth. It took several seconds for her to realize that she was now covered with sweat, and that she could scent herself in the bedroom despite the fresh air coming from the open window. His attacks upon her body slowed until she was fully calmed and relaxed once more. At last, His mouth extracted itself from hers, and the probing fingers were removed. However, the same fingers were quickly thrust between her lips, allowing her to savor her own taste. When at last the fingers were removed, she sighed contentedly - slightly tired, but definitely satisfied and happy. she could feel Him move around on the bed, and was certain that she knew what was about to happen next. When she felt whipped cream being applied to her legs for the fifth time of the evening, she smiled to herself and sighed again. All was right with the world. ===================================== Wolf Feather FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM ===================================== What isn't remembered never happened - _Serial Experiments Lain_ ===================================== -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+