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Lush Fantasy
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Lush Fantasy
I turned my head to watch him as he checked my bonds. He knelt by
my left wrist, his big long fingers tugging the soft white rope into
place. Still as a hurricane's eye, I watched him, thinking, "what the
hell am I doing?"
I didn't know him, and yet I did. I'd known him for a year,
through the gossamer bonds of electrons and ink. Conversely, I'd met
him ninety minutes ago, in a fashionable eatery. He was in town on a
business trip, and wanted to finally meet me, to add a little
pleasure to his business, he'd said.
Pleasure and business, I thought, as he stood up, satisfied;
towering over me, he put his hand on my stomach and smiled at me with
gentle possessiveness. I tried to smile back, more than a little
afraid; he was huge! He was an immense man of thirty, more than a foot
taller than I, broad and muscular with warm fat over deep,strong
muscles. He could lift me. When you weigh 220 pounds you become very
impressed with any man who can lift you in his arms and carry you into
your dorm room.
He climbed into the bed with me; I felt the ropes gently pull on
my wrists as my body slid to meet his, as he lifted each of my legs in
his hands, kissed the inner side of the knee, and placed it on either
side of him. I tried very hard to relax, looking only at his face;
though he was big in every way, my reaction to the size of his cock
was fright unmitigated by my desire. He'd laughed at the horror on my
face, then proposed this as an alternate. Instead, I took it to make
it easier for me.
He ran his hand over my belly, just hard enough to make me quake,
and trailed a finger down to my behind, making me shiver and moan;
then, sliding his arms beneath my back, he gathered me up to him. "Are
you ready, my own?"
I felt him settle slowly down atop me, his weight threatening to
crush the air from my lungs. I knew exactly when he would stop,
leaning on his elbows, heavy enough to be felt, light enough for me to
breathe. I turned my face up to his, a blossom to the sun. "Yes, I
am," I whispered, exhilarated and afraid.
He smiled at me, tenderly and cruelly, and lowered his mouth to
mine.
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I drew breath in great sobs, like a newborn trying to fill her
lungs. He lay beside me, cradling me in one arm, licking his lips and
his fingers so that I tried to giggle at him with breath I didn't
have; he had stroked and kissed, sucked and fingered me till I begged
him to stop because it felt so good it hurt, because I was afraid I
would scream; till I did arch my back and scream, gripping and pulling
on the ropes; and, finally, till I came like an avalanche, overwhelmed
by the wonderful torture.
He kissed my brow, then my mouth, and I eagerly kissed him back,
tasting myself on his tongue; as he kissed me, sending quivers of
pleasure through the jelly that was my abdomen, he undid one of my
wrist bonds. He turned to my cheeks and neck, kissing away stray tears
of pleasure, as he undid the other wrist and gathered me up into his
lap. As I drooped gratefully against his solidity, feeling his chest
against my cheek, he picked up each of my wrists in turn to check for
rope-burns, then kissed the inside, right above my pulse.
"All Right?" he asked, stroking my damp curls as I buried my face
in his furry chest. "Mmmm-hmmmm," I murmured, rooting like a baby,
till I found my goal, his nipple.
He tensed at my teeth and gasped at my tongue, holding me tightly
to him; then, suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair. I heard the
"pop" of the suction breaking as he yanked my head back; I looked up
in surprise just in time to be caught by his eyes, an electric, feral
green, glowing with a passion that frightened and excited me. I had no
idea what he was going to do to me next.
Then he slammed his face down onto mine, crushing my mouth with
his, his tongue a battering ram at the gates of my lips. Burying his
hands in my flesh, he pushed me onto my back, his body heavy atop
mine, kissing me till I nearly sobbed with pleasure. Finally, far too
soon, he let go of my mouth, to kiss my cheeks and breathily murmur my
name, and kiss and bite my throat and shoulders as I clung
breathlessly to him, too incoherent with happiness and arousal to
speak had I breath. Fastening his mouth to mine, he kissed me so
deeply my stomach quivered, settling his bulk lightly on me as he ran
his hands over my sides and back and I wound my arms round his neck
and torso. Cupping my plump behind in his hands, pulling me against
him, he kissed me till all I wanted was for him to be in me, his
tongue reciprocally plunging deep into my mouth. He kissed me till I
wanted to scream with desire, to wriggle away and mount him, but that
the kissing was so sweet.
And then, suddenly, fiercely, I got my brash wish.
I screamed into his kiss. I arched my back, fingers hooking into
his shoulders, and screamed in pain and ecstasy; he'd sheathed himself
in me in one fierce thrust. When my scream, surprisingly long to both
of us, had poured utterly out of me, I fell backward, whimpering,
drawing breath for a sob.
His voice floated close above me, eager and concerned. "My own?"
"Ohhhhhhh." I clutched his shoulders and slowly sobbed, feeling
tears begin to roll. "Oh, that hurts. Hurts so well. Oh, hold still,
I want to feel you." I could feel him, every point of space in me he
filled and strained, a network of inter twined, co-amplifying pain and
pleasure stretching away through my abdomen. "Oh, that's wonderful." I
forced open one wet eye to see the concern on his face, and weakly
tried to smile. "I'm all right." I put my hand on his cheek and kissed
him. "But...."
"Gentle," he murmured against my lips; then, denying his own
word, he clutched my hair and brought my mouth hard against his. He
laid me back down, pressing my head into the bed with the force of his
kiss.
I felt a pang of disappointment as his hand left my hair,
planting itself beside my head, as he began to withdraw; maddened with
passion, my body tight around him, I wanted to keep him. When I
clutched at him, he lifted his mouth from mine to look quizzically at
me. "Don't," I gasped. "Don't----"
"Shhh," he whispered urgently. "Shhh. Kiss me." And he kissed me
again, then buried his face in my neck.
And himself deep in me.
I screamed again, less shrilly, more throatily, and fresh tears
came to my eyes. My entire body seemed wound around his impaling cock.
As if he missed the taste of my screams, he plunged his mouth onto
mine, holding my head as he sank his hands into the soft flesh of my
waist and thrust over and over again, as I clutched his shoulders with
nails that drew blood and sobbed for joy and pain, crying out with
each thrust.
And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, my world exploded.
What an orgasm! I felt my entire body shake as I clung to him for
dear life and came, as he groaned and joined me.....when I came back
to myself, I was holding him tight round his waist, still sobbing, he
madly kissing my flowing tears and holding me tight and hard,
breathing my name as I wept for joy.
When my shaking and tears finally subsided, I clung to him,
feeling him breathe, not needing to say anything. Finally, far too
soon, he groaned and turned over, pulling me to him, my head on his
chest.
He laid his hand on my damp hair, just barely stroking. "How are
you, love?"
"Exhausted." He laughed as I rose wearily to kiss his cheek, then
sink back down on him. "I may never be the same."
"Oh, dear. You'd better be all right. I could never forgive
myself." He chuckled and hugged me tighter and I hugged him back,
feeling how muscular and massive he was, almost an entire extra
mattress beside me. Then he sighed, sounding suddenly weary. "Oh, my
own, my love. How can I go home again?"
"Maybe you could be a lawyer here," I pointed out. "Every city
needs lawyers."
"No, I have to stay in Washington." He ran his finger along the
line of my jaw, turning my face up to his to grant me a kiss that went
from gently tired to gently passionate. When I was breathless, he let
go. "No, tomorrow I have to go back," he said, distantly, to himself,
and I felt a tear-prickling pang.
Then he pulled my old comforter over us one-handed. "But,
tonight, I'm here." I looked up at him to smile, and, smiling back, he
gathered me up in both arms and kissed me as if he meant to kiss me
forever. Winding my arms around him, I fervently hoped he would.
Author's Note: I wrote this as a fantasy, but when I got done writing
it I saw that I hadn't made the narrator either sex, just short and
plump. So, I left it that way, for you to decide who and what s/he is.
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Nyani-Iisha (Ny) Martin [email protected]
"Th' idee iv female beauty that all great men, fr'm Julius
Caesar to meself, has held, is much more like a barr'l thin
a clothespole." -Finley Peter Dunne _Dissertations by Mr. Dooley_
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