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Meadow Fantasy
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Msg #10/359 [8] 28 Jun 90 15:04:25
>From : Lothie (28 Jul 90)
To : All
Subject : meadow fantasy
It's a beautiful sunny day. My lover has suggested that we leave
our castle and go walking on the grounds for a while; even castles
get stuffy sometimes. I smile and take his arm. "What a lovely
idea!"
Outside the sun has bathed our meadow in a golden glow. The thyme
is in full bloom, along with a little mountain heather which my
lover was persuaded to grow for me. There are also wild daisies
and other meadow flowers poking up through the tall grass. As
always, the sight transfixes me. My meadow, with its long green
grass, is like another world for me, a safe haven from the daily
cares of running a castle. In the midst of the verdure, we come
to a stop, and my lover gently slides his arms around me and draws
me to him.
"You're so beautiful, with the sunlight on your hair," he murmurs,
and he kisses my face lovingly. As always, his touch makes my
knees melt. I lift my face to his kisses and our lips and tongues
meet, deepening our embrace. His tongue twines around mine and he
sucks at my lips. Our mouths are wrestling gently, pulling,
teasing, probing each other. His tongue fills my mouth with
delight, and I slide to my knees in the tall grass, moaning softly.
He follows me, his fingers already deftly undoing the laces of my
velvet bodice. I smile at his eagerness.
"Mmmmmmm, love," I whisper into his ear. Since my mouth is there,
I gently lick and bite his ear and blow gently into it. I know
what will drive him mad with desire and I inhale, as if sucking his
ear. Then I thrust my breasts forward, eager for the touch of his
hot tongue, and he does not disappoint me.
He thrusts his tongue deep between my breasts, kissing them, still
tearing at the laces of my gown. At last my breasts are free,
their creamy globes released into his waiting hands. Gently,
trembling, he kisses my nipples, sucking them, making them hard.
He bites into my milky flesh, and I moan with delight. I want his
mark on me, his brand showing everyone that I am his. He bites and
sucks at my skin, drawing my flesh into his mouth with his lips and
teeth. It hurts, and I gasp, wriggling under his hands.
He becomes both more gentle and more violent; there is an intense
light in his eyes. He covers me with many little bites, laughing
as I cry out and try to move away. I try to push at him, and he
grabs me by the hair and pulls my head backwards. His teeth are
against my white throat, and I tremble, knowing that I am powerless
to stop him. I know my eyes are bright with excitement.
"You're MINE," he says, and his voice is hoarse with desire. He
kisses my neck, my face, my eyes, my lips. He lets me go and I
fall backward into the grass, pulling him down with me to kiss him.
I want him to take me now, to make me his in every way, but even
though he wants me too, I can see in his eyes that he intends to
make me wait. He smiles, ignoring my mute pleas, resting his
weight very lightly against me. He captures a breast in his hand
and plays with it, his fingers moving very slowly over my nipple.
At the same time, he parts my thighs with one knee and rubs it back
and forth against me through my heavy skirts. Already aroused, I
am nearly mad with desire for him, but he is taking his time,
cupping my breast, running his hand down my body, stroking my face.
He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pouring my soul
into his through his mouth. His lips still locked to mine, he
pulls up my skirt. I catch his hips between my knees and pull his
body down to mine, and we roll a little in the grass, rubbing
against each other hungrily.
He pulls a little away from me to undo the laces of his codpiece,
which he does not need to pad, and I reach forward to help him.
His cock springs free, and I take it in my hand. It is so hard,
so beautiful, so perfect, and I have to put it in my mouth. I lay
my head against his knee and begin to suck and lick his shaft,
pausing every once in a while to kiss and lick his balls. He is
enjoying the attention, becoming even harder under my
ministrations.
First I take his head into my mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking
gently. I love the taste of him, sweet and at the same time
faintly salty. I move my tongue over his head in quick little
butterfly movements, then fasten my lips around it and suck as hard
as I can, almost as if to pull it off. He moans quietly, stroking my
hair, his fingers begging me mutely to continue. I engulf his head
and then his shaft with my mouth, my tongue continuing to move
strongly up and down his length in counterrhythm to my sucking. His
breathing deepens, and I feel him begin to thrust against my throat;
I cup his balls, pressing behind them with my finger, and hear him
gasp.
I know what he wants, and I increase the speed and tension of my
sucking, falling into a hard and fast rhythm. Every once in a while I
break the rhythm to bring my mouth back a little and tongue his head,
and then I suck on it fiercely before once again swallowing his
full length. I can feel my thighs becoming damp with my own liquid
excitement, even though he is not touching me except for his fingers
entwined in my hair.
His release is sudden, sending a spurt of hot semen against the back
of my throat as he calls my name out loud. Greedily I swallow every
drop and lick my way back up the shaft, tonguing the last of it from
his head, tasting him from the tip of my tongue all the way down to
the deepest part of my throat.
I look up at his face and see his satisfied smile, the look of
tenderness in his eyes. I stretch myself out along the length of his
body and we embrace, caressing each other with our fingers and our
tongues, content to lie awhile in the sunshine in our meadow.
The End - We hope that you enjoyed our fantasy.
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