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A feminine fantasy
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.
I close my eyes.
The image of you is so vivid, it seems as though I can feel
body heat, radiation. I can smell your sent, and I can see your
wearing a thick terry cloth robe.
The room we're in is big, spacious, fashionably empty.
Pastel colored pillows line one wall. On the opposite wall is
a very modern, streamline fireplace - lit and crackling. Soft
shadows playing the walls as if it were a movie screen. A bay
window looks out onto the ocean. The tide beating on the shore
mix with fire sounds, causing a pulsating effect. Hanging from
the middle of the ceiling (surrounding a four-post king sized
feather-bed) is a mesquite cloth canopy. I can see the light
from the fire dancing through the canopy, giving the whole room
a very ethereal quality.
I'm dressed in a floor length white silk kimono, tied loosely
at the waist. It shows very little of my white lace camisole
underneath. My hair is pulled up loosely with a silver barrette.
Strands of it are still wet from the bubble bath I recently
stepped out of.
I sit you down on the floor pillows, and pour us both a glass
of chilled champagne.
Slowly I untie the belt holding your robe closed. I don't
take it off, only pull it away so I can see your body (you're
wearing nothing underneath).
I'm standing now, above you, looking directly into your eyes.
Holding my glass in one hand, I undo the tie to my gown,
letting it slide over my shoulders down my back to the floor.
It falls in a white "puddle" at your feet. This is the first
time you've seen my "outfit". It is white lace and very low cut
in front. You can only see the outline of my breasts, and my
now erect nipples. The panties are french cut, lace outlines my
hips. It is soft, satiny. I take your hand. I want you to feel
it. I lick between you fingers and kiss and nibble your
fingertips. I put them to my chest, moving them down slowly to
my hips, letting you trace the V between my legs. Letting you
feel the dampness on my panties, only for a moment.
I slip my undies down, giving them to you. You rub them
lightly across your now hard cock.
With my camisole still on, I straddle you, taking you penis
in my hands and trace you up and down, and around with my
fingers. I then bring it down between my legs, so you can feel
my wetness.
I slide you deep inside of me. I pull my top off over my
head and exposing my breasts (which are very firm and erect)
I rub them back and forth across your chest.
While chewing lightly on your ears and shoulders, I brace
myself on my knees letting my hair down. I falls to my
shoulders. You reach for it running your hands all through it,
tugging and pulling at it softly. As I am keeping pace, sliding
up and down on you. I am filled with you.
We go on like this until we are both ready to come. It feels
as though you are getting bigger swelling, as I'm getting
tighter around you, contraction.
I know it is time. Reluctantly and slowly, I pull away from
you. I lead you to the bed. We relax and play and snuggle
close, letting the urgency subside. You then produce some sort
of body oil and start massaging my breasts, making them glisten,
making them warm and slippery. You pour some oil into my hands
and I reach for you.
I start at your balls and work my way up rolling you between
my palms, making you hard again.
With more oil you rub the insides of my thighs out towards my
hips and up onto my stomach. You then work you way down between
my legs again. With your lubricated fingertips you run them up
and down my lips making them moist. You then slip your finger
inside felling the smoothness and warmth of me.
With you other hand you find my clitoris, working it gently,
increasing pressure. You make me so warm, warm and wet. I
reach climax with your finger still in me. Ohhh God. Oh Tim,
what you do to me!
I am still cumming as you spread my legs and enter me again.
You hold my legs up, allowing deep penetration. My arms are up
underneath yours, holding on to you sides. I run my nails
softly from you bottom up you back.
The oil and our perspiration mixing make our bodies glide
together.
Each time our bodies meet, each roar of the tide, each
breath, becomes louder and louder until it fills the room with
sounds of our lovemaking.
We never seem to miss a beat as we increase our pace,
building each other up until your are ready to explode inside
me. Our bodies come together in one fired urgent thrust.
I come again and this time feeling you come with me, filling
me with you, doubles my sensitivity and pleasure.
We stay where we are, you still enveloped in my warmth.
Our breathing decreases slowly, and once again the sounds of
the tide, and the snapping fire takes over, lending itself to our
"afterglow".
We caress, kiss and whisper lingeringly, slowly giving in to
deep, contented sleep.
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