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Assignment #4 (D&S,tame)
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
From: ellenr@highlite.uucp (Ellen Rosenberg)
Subject: assignment #4
the following is a brief assignment that my lover, duke, requested of me. he
has also instructed me to post this. i know it's tame by asb standards (ok,
*very* tame) but i hope somebody enjoys it. (besides duke and me :) )
obediently,
ellen
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by the time they arrive at the campground, it's dark. they check in, find the
site, set up the lantern and start to unload. as they put the tent up, they
work almost silently, simply aware of each other and the night. the air
is brisk. they're dressed in comfortable, warm clothing. leaves and twigs snap
softly under their feet. the strong smell of pine is everywhere. there are
other people about. they hear a drunken bunch some ways away, but all is quiet
in the immediate vicinity. the wood pile has been provided, but he takes
the flashlight to go off in search of kindling. she climbs into the tent and
starts to layer the sleeping bags (two underneath, a sheet, two on top).
all the comforts of home, she thinks, smiling. she pulls their bags in to the
tent. he comes back and after a bit, gets a fire going. they sit on a large
tree trunk by the fire ring watching the blaze, listening to it pop and hiss,
feeling the warmth against their faces, hands, knees. by now the stars are
putting on a show. he looks up to see them and she leans in to kiss his
exposed neck. he draws her in closer to him and smiles. they've been travelling
most of the day and they're both road weary. they agree to go to bed but the
fire is hypnotic and they aren't quick to move. finally, the fire begins to
die down and he stands, pulling her with him. she wraps her arms around his
neck and hugs him tightly, very happy to be there. they head off to the park
facilities. she always takes longer than him (she's a woman [it's a law]), and
he waits outside the women's area till she emerges. they walk back arm in
arm, trying to avoid the poison ivy. she deposits her shoes outside the tent
and crawls in. he does the same. in a moment they are undressed and settling
in under the covers. the quilted bags are wonderfully soft, protecting them
from the hard ground. he lifts the "window" flap on the tent so they can still
see the treetops. they kiss, softly, and drift off to sleep in each other's
arms.
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in the morning, she is aware of his body pressed against her back. she reaches
a hand back to his hip, stroking his skin, reinforcing his position. he kisses
her neck and she murmers softly, happily. she turns around so she's facing him
and presses back against him. their eyes are still closed and they move almost
on instinct. she nuzzles into his chest. although the morning air is cold,
together they are warm. she rubs his back as she kisses his chest, pushing her
hips against his. she loves the feel of his body. her upper leg wraps
around his as they begin to explore each other. it feels so right to be in
his arms. they hear a sound and then another and another... it's starting to
rain. no sense in rushing to get dressed to go hiking. she pushes him onto his
back and climbs on top of him, covering his body with hers. she stretches up
to kiss his lips, his chin, his neck. she nips at his collarbone and licks
down to a nipple. she sucks it softly into her mouth and moves her tongue
over it. he feels her tongue move across his chest slowly to give the other
nipple the same treatment. where her tongue has been is now cold as the air
rushes against him. he pulls the covers up over them but she pushes them off.
he runs a hand over her back and feels the goosebumps. "you're cold," he says.
"i know. i want to make love outside... just not outside," she says, grinning
and gesturing toward the window. "do you mind?" he pauses and then says softly,
"no, but we'll have to work hard to keep the heat generated." they both
smile. she says, "not a problem." she sits up, straddling him, feeling the
cool air surround their upper bodies, his heat beneath her. both sets of
nipples are hard. their hands play along them. she shifts down his body, out
of his reach. he pokes his lower lip out. she smiles and shakes her head. she
leans down again to kiss his rib cage. her warm thighs moving down to press
against his. she licks circles and figure eights over his stomach. she
notices that he's developing goosebumps too. she lays down over him, warming
him again, but continues her shifting down his body. as she reaches him, she
takes him into her mouth and holds him there, feeling him throb against the
inside of her mouth. he is aware of the sharp contrast of her warm mouth and
his cold chest and stomach. as she's shifted down, she's once again slid
under the covers. he realizes this and complains. "that's not fair," he says,
pushing the covers back off her so only their feet are covered. she shivers
and he can feel her nipples hardening again, like pebbles against his thighs.
she begins to move over him... slowly. he gasps. she smiles. there is a
halting, shivering sound to his breathing and she feels stupid, insisting
that they both be miserable. it's not just cool, it's downright *cold*. the
dampness of the rain seems to weigh the air and sink into their bones. now if
it were just him being miserable... :) she reaches down and pulls the sleep-
ing bags over her head and up to his chest. their bodies are tingling
from the repeated change in temperature and from the excitement between them.
still, she hasn't moved her mouth away from him. what a wonderful feeling.
she begins again to move over him. her mouth envelops him as completely as
she can manage. her hands move to cover and stroke his base and his balls.
he lifts his knees up around her and hugs her. she moans around him. she
loves him so. he reaches down to touch her, finding her ear, her cheek,
her mouth connecting with him. very wet. very warm. slick. she supports him
with her hand and moves her mouth from around him without breaking contact
with him. he feels her kissing him and his hand at the same time. her cheek
slides against him as her mouth sucks his finger into her mouth. then she
reverses the process. each time she slides back down over him, he groans.
he is very hard against her cheek. that's why she's surprised to hear his
voice say "stop". she does, instantly, but she doesn't move away. he says,
"if you continue like that i'm going to come." she moans around him and
snakes her tongue over him. he throbs and lets her continue for a few
more moments. then he says again "stop... i want to fuck you." she moans
louder, and slowly releases him. he feels her body move against his as she
climbs up to straddle him again. he can feel her wetness and her soft hair
caress him. they kiss deeply. as she guides him into her, they both cry out
softly, watching each other's expressions. they lay like this, him deep
inside her, revelling in all the sensations. he puts his hands on her
shoulders and pushes her into an upright position. the cold air once again
swirls around them and they both gasp. she begins to move over him, trying
to keep the blood flowing. :) she is vaguely aware that the rain has
stopped. it must be mid morning at least, the light bathes them. he's so
beautiful. she reaches out to stroke his face and he kisses her palm. they
move together slowly. her head tips back and her voice rises. he smiles.
she can't stand the slow motion any more. she picks up the tempo, sliding
over him, grinding into him. their eyes lock as she pounds into him, lost
in her passion. he calls her name and feels her spasm around him as she cries
out and rocks over him. wave after wave hitting her and triggering his
orgasm. their shared climax seems to go on forever. she falls against him
and they hug tightly as the intensity subsides. "god... duke..." she
rasps out by his ear. he makes a bad joke about being happy campers. she
growls and then gasps as she feels him respond inside of her. they lay
together for a while, incredibly content. then they throw on clothes and head
off to the showers and a day of hiking. the ground is soft and wet but the
air is clear and the sun is shining. they have these ridiculous grins on
their faces.
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