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Insaine 1: Intro
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.
Insaine I: Intro
Imagine this: a garden in the spring, roses everywhere, the
sweet smell of youth and love and lust is in the air. You run through
the high hedges that form a puzzle, i follow after. When i catch you
we embrace and kiss fervently and then i become the chased. Panting
with exertion i find myself in a clearing surrounded by trees with a
stream off to one side and a grassy spot just perfect for relaxing and
daydreaming in. You run up, staring, trying to catch your breath, i
look up and admire your beautiful heaving breasts and hope you'll join
me on this carpet of lush green grass. You collapse beside me
gratefull soaking in the brilliant sun and my warm gaze of friendship.
When your breathing is back to normal we embrace tightly, kissing
passionately all the while not understanding what has come over us.
Our tongues and spirits spark into flame like so much dry kindling and
we stop for a second, panicky thoughts of the trouble we'll get into
if we're found running rampant through our minds. But as our gaze
meets and two pairs of eyes devour two mouths, two proud noses, four
trembling breasts, all else is swept away in a torrent of passion.
Now our breathing increases simultaneously in rate, i can feel
your heartbeat through your shirt and want to feel it closer; soft
supple skin against my hands, face, body. As if with one mind we begin
to remove our shirts, overhead for yours, buttondown for mine, and i
gasp with delight to see your nipples pushing up against the white
cotton fabric of your brassiere. With trembling fingers that are due,
i suspect, to hoping you want me as much as i want you more than to
lust, i unfasten the hooks and your wonderful breasts bounce out
joyously relieved of their entrapment. You reach over to undo mine as
well, and touch me gently when you see my nipples spring to attention
at the merry breeze whispering through the glen. Shivering, i caress
your breasts with the skillful art of the painter caressing the
canvas. I take your nipple into my mouth lovingly, and flick my tongue
back and forth over the tip and grasp gently with my teeth, until i
hear a stifled shriek of pleasure from your lips.
While still giving lip service to alternating breasts i reach
down and undo your jeans, feeling the wetness that has already begun
to seep through the white cotton of your panties. For a whie we
continue to fondle and caress, getting to know one another intimately,
sharing the secrets and swiftly flowing undercurrents of desire. We
explore the curves and dimples and soft lines of sweet, deliciously
feminine bodies. Trailing a line of kisses from your throat, between
your breasts, on each nipple, and down over your trembling belly while
you run your fingers through my hair and moan softly i wonder if i'm
doing this right, and if should continue.
At my hesitation the pressure of your fingers stroking my hair
increases and i look up into your brilliant eyes glistening with tears
and see reflected there my own love for you, my best friend, now, my
lover and smile gratefully. You push my head gently back down to where
destiny has chosen to lead it.
With my teeth i draw your sodden panties off, as you lift your hips
to aid the uncovering of your virgin self. Grinning slyly i kiss your
inner thighs while i massage your calves and then place them gently
over my shoulders. I lick around your lips, like licking an envelope
shut, then suddenly stick my tongue as far into you as it will go,
finding your clitoris, licking it, and finally biting it to a
satisfactory yip from you and a simultaneous tightening of your legs
over my back.
Sighing with pleasure i delve deeply into you, exploring every
nook and cranny, every wall of muscle tissue, and withdraw my tongue
to run it up and down from your anus to your clit and back again. I
lick around and up and down until you are dizzy with the sensations
and i am drunk with the pleasure of making you happy. I reel as you
orgasm and i partake of the sweet juices that emanate from your steamy
ruby fruit jungle knowing there is a stronger bond between us now than
any best friendship could ever support. I raise my head slowly,
languidly, and return to lying beside you. We french kiss and you can
taste yourself in my mouth, the sweet muskiness lulls us into peaceful
sensations. I drape an arm and a leg over you, nestling my face next
to your breast so you can rest your face in my soft hair, and
together, in a way neither of us would have guessed existed, we stare
up at the blue sky, listening to the stream, and breeze and the sounds
of our own beautiful heartbeats.
Hey there hi there ho there. tis your friendly neighborhood pervert
back with more tantalizing tasty tatters of tightly trimmed tidbits.
I've a question for you junk porn junkies: would you pay to read this
shit? i mean, honestly, i'm thinking of sending them(the collection,
in parts) to a magazing or anthology or sumpthin, but i don't wanna
feel like a fool, y'know? Whatchoo think anyone? anyone? Bueller
Bueller? *gryn* thanks for your time, email me comments? thanks.
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