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Letter from Kabe
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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Note: This is a letter sent to me by a friend. He asked me to post it
on his behalf, either because he doesn't know how or doesn't want to
have his address here. I did not write this, but if you like it,
write to me ([email protected].edu) and I will give you his address
or him yours.
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Hi. How was your weekend? Spent mine working. I kind of feel like
telling you about something that happened to me last night....it kind of seems
silly to me to tell you, but...
Yesterday, when I was at work, my gf took some of her roommates home to
see the family. She promised to come out and see me when she got home. It was
about 11:15 when she rang the doorbell. I let her in and we talked about things
for a while. We talked about the trouble I was having buying a car, having no
credit to speak of, and what I was going to do this summer.
Eventually I became depressed and things got kind of volatile between
us. (I have a habit of letting my depression get out of hand.) Anyway, I moped
for a while, then sat silently. (This was rather serious at the time.) She came
over and hugged me for a while, calming me down.
I was feeling very tired by this time. (I worked 11 hours Saturday and
10 hours Sunday...with 4 hours sleep in between.) I asked her if she would rub
my back as I fell asleep. She nodded, so we went downstairs.
I am not embarrassed around her anymore, so I undressed in front of
her. Even though she doesn't want to do sexual things anymore (the guilt), she
can't help looking at me. I actually didn't want to be stimulated sexually, but
I was half erect inside my underwear as I put on my satin pajama bottoms.
(Don't laugh.) She could see this clearly, and I know that though it may not
turn her on...she enjoys looking at me. I turned my overhead light off, my
nightstand lamp on, and crawled into bed.
I always sleep on top of all of my sheets with one blanket on top of
me. I think my body likes the roughness of a blanket against my skin. I rolled
onto my stomach and pulled the blanket barely above my butt. She sat on the
side of my bed with her legs hanging over toward the floor. I have a fairly
high bed...and I think only one of her legs could reach the floor in the
position she was in.
She rubbed my back, shoulders, neck, and arms. Sometimes she would rub
hard and sometimes soft. She has learned, over the last year, where I am tense
the most often. After a while, she sat there running her fingers lightly across
my back and arms. I asked if I could turn out the light and she said okay. I
turned out the light. After a minute of two I could feel that she was getting
emotional, holding back tears. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing was
wrong, but I usually know better and asked her again. She said she wasn't sure
if I liked her anymore. I told her that I liked her a lot, and that I loved
her. I hugged her for a long time, calming her down. After a while she asked me
if I wanted her to finish rubbing my back. I told her that she didn't have to,
and that maybe she should go home and get some rest. She said it was okay if I
wanted her to finish. Usually I am less self centered, but last night her hands
felt really good against my back, so I rolled over and she continued.
After a few minutes, my chest felt like it was being neglected (this
may sound humorous...but its true), so I rolled over and put her hands on my
pectorals. I don't know how long she rubbed my chest and stomach before I felt
a little turned on. Usually I would have been turned on way before that point,
but I was very tired yesterday, and it wasn't foremost in my mind as it usually
is.
As she was running her fingers along my upper chest, I gently moved her
hands to my nipples. I am not usually over sensitive in the area of my nipples,
but last night it felt really good to have them touched. I gently took her
fingers between mine and used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze myself on the
right hand side. She took the initiative from there. She continued to squeeze
me, sometimes pinching and then slowly rubbing. I put her other hand on my left
side. Her palms felt warm and soft as her fingers worked at my chest.
Then she did something I love. She brought her head down and took one
of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and nibbling it. I moaned just a little
and she lifted her head and asked me if it was turning me on. She already knew
the answer, but felt the need to ask. I didn't say anything in response, but to
barely push her head toward my chest. She went down on my right side again,
biting gently.
I have to explain something. I like to feel pain when I make love, but
only in *two* ways. First, I like to feel rake her rake her nails across my
body. Anywhere. I like the feel of the small, soft welts afterward. Second, I
like to feel her bite me, usually only on the chest. (But sometimes on the side
of my penis.) I am not a sado-masochist. Or even a masochist (except in that
small degree).
As she bit my nipple, I pushed her head into my chest, making her bite
harder and harder until I couldn't stand it and released her head. After I
released her head, she gently licked my nipple like a kitten, softly and
deliberately. She then shifted to my other side. Since it hadn't even felt her
mouth yet, it was fantastic when she nipped it gently with her front teeth. She
knew this aroused and took it into her mouth. It felt as though she was going
to suck it off of my body. At the same time I was pushing her head into my
chest. Her mouth was biting and sucking harder as I pushed her against me. I
think it would have hurt if my legs hadn't been moving around in pleasure. And
they were. My hips wouldn't stop moving for wanting to be touched and caressed.
Finally, she let my chest go and glanced momentarily at my hips moving
and arching into the air. Not maniacly like an animal, but strongly just the
same. I could feel every muscle in my legs tightening and retightening.
At first I didn't think she was going to do any more. But she took her
hands and pushed down my pajamas to reveal my almost unbearably hard penis to
her eyes. She took a her right hand and grasped me so that I was perpendicular
to my body. She started to pump her hand up and down its length, making me turn
my head and groan softly. (This may sound like something from rec.arts.erotica,
but I swear to you that it is all true...and it ALL happened last night.) She
definitely knows what I like, because then she cupped my balls with her other
hand and *gently* massaged them as she was rubbing my penis with her right
hand. I arched my hips up slightly and her fingers left my balls and moved down
to my asshole. (I hope I don't offend you with this slang. I don't mind reading
it, but I never speak this way or write this way. And it seems so cold to use
the scientific name for everything.) Her fingers ran up and down, massaging the
tension out of my butt. (I hope you don't think this is gross. I had always
wanted her to do this to me, and one night she did it on her own. But that's a
different experience.) This turned me on so much that my head hit the pillow
relly hard. I leaned up and asked her to go inside of me. She said she would
so I said to use some lotion by the bed. She let me go long enough to put some
lotion on her fingers and came back and grasped the shaft of my penis again,
massaging the lotion gently into my asshole. She gently worked her finger into
me. It hurt a little, but when she felt me tighten up...she'd grasp my penis
harder, turning me on so much that I couldn't feel it. Her finger wasn't in me
that far (probably less than half inch), but it turned me on so much as she
pumped me with her right hand that my hips arched up against her back. My back
and hips had to be a good foot and a half in the air.
I am not sure how long it took me to come, but I think it was around a
minute. When she felt me come, she tried to take it into her mouth. Sometimes I
am more bitter than other times, and this must have been one of those, or she
was at a bad angle. In any case, I came so hard that it hit my neck and chest.
It turned me on so much that I tightened again and more of it hit my stomach
and chest.
She is a wonderful lover. As I was calming down, the shaking slowing,
she gently ran the palm side of her fingers around my ass and up to my balls,
slowly making small patterns on my lower body. This relaxed me immensely, and I
sank into my pillow. She came up and kissed me on the mouth, making me warm.
I won't bore you with the details of cleaning up. Although she did say
she wanted to lick it off me. But I wiped myself, and her hands, off on an old
shirt, and gave her another kiss. We walked to the basement stairs and I gaver
her a hug and kiss goodbye. As she turned the corner on the split landing, I
waved goodbye softly...she waved back.
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I don't know what you think of this. But I would like to know. It
REALLYhappened. I never make things like this up. Well, write back and tell me
what you think of my experience yesterday. I would love to hear your opinions
or thoughts. Thanks.
--Sundance--
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