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Midnite Stroll
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Archive-name: midnite-stroll
O.K., this is my first attempt at posting a story, so please,
please tell me what you think!
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I was asleep when you came home from work, around midnight. I was
awakened by the feathersoft touch of your kiss. As you withdrew, you laid
your finger across my lips.
"Quiet," you commanded. "Come with me."
You took my hand in your own and helped me to my feet. I hesitated
a little when you led me to the front door, as I was wearing only a thin
silk nightgown, but you urged me outside anyway. It was at times like
these that I was thankful for the seclusion of our little cottage.
The October night was cool, but not cold. The chill made me
instantly harden, my nipples poking out from beneath the silk. As we
approached the path leading through the woods, you lifted me into your
arms to protect my bare feet from thorns and sharp rocks.
We came to a small clearing, through which the little brook
flowed, and there you set me down. You urged me to step back until I stood
between two trees at the edge of the clearing. You then lifted my hand,
pressed your lips to the soft skin at my wrist, and, to my surprise,
shackled it to a fur-lined manacle attached to one of the branches. I
realized that you had been here earlier, and already had prepared this
clearing to suit your wishes. You finished shackling me until I stood
spread-eagled between the trees. You stood back and admired your
handiwork. I realized what you must see: my white shift and pale skin
reflecting the soft glow of the moon, my dark hair framing my face in wild
disarray, my even darker eyes wide with surprise. A sigh escaped your
lips.
"I have captured you, my lovely nymph," you whispered reverently,
"and tonight you will serve me."
You traced your fingers lightly across my lips, then down my
chest. As you brushed my hardened nipples, a deep moan escaped my lips,
and I heard you draw your breath at my reaction.
You stepped back from me, and retrieved a large wooden box that
had been nestling at the roots of the tree to my right. From it you drew a
sharp-looking knife. I was concerned for a moment when I saw it, but you
merely used it to slit my nightgown down the front.
I shuddered and moaned as the chill air touched my breasts , and
my nipples puckered. Slowly, so slowly, you took one in your mouth and
sucked. The damp warmth was so sweet, so perfect, and I could feel the
wetness spreading down my legs. You took my other nipple in your hand and
turned it between your thumb and forefinger until I was moaning and
twisting as much as my bonds would let me.
With a sharp nip, you let both nipples go. My breast ached as the
wetness from your mouth evaporated, leaving me even colder than before,
and I moaned in supplication.
You reached a hand between my legs, and your fingers slid in
easily.
"You are eager, my beautiful one. Do you yearn for release?"
I nodded my head.
"I need you," I whispered.
"You shall have me, my love, but not so soon. For now, I will
watch you orgasm alone."
With that, you drew a blindfold from the box and fitted it tightly
around my eyes. Next, I felt a gag against my lips. I reluctantly started
to open my lips, but my reaction was not fast enough for you. You twisted
one of my nipples hard, and slid the gag in when my mouth flew open. It
was not a painfully large gag, and my cries would be audible around it,
though much muffled.
The feeling of helplessness slowly consumed me. I was completely
open, completely vulnerable to you, and I loved the feeling. I glowed with
the opportunity to demonstrate my love and trust in you.
The shock of something cold and hard against my clit brought me
back to the matters at hand. Being left outside in the night air had
chilled the dildo, and I moaned around the gag as you pressed it against
me. It was very wide, and I wondered if I would be able to take it, but
you pressed it into me slowly and inexorably. I sobbed as I felt myself
spread wide open. It was long, too, and as it slid deep inside me, I rose
to my toes to escape it. You would have none of that, however, and with a
firm hand on my shoulder, you forced me to impale myself with the rest of
its awesome length. My body began to shudder as you rocked the whole thing
in and out of me, while licking and biting my breasts. Finally I spasmed
into orgasm.
You unchained me, removed the gag and blindfold, and held me in
your lap as I came back into myself.
"Are you satisfied?" you asked when my head had cleared.
As powerful as those feelings had been, I realized I was not
satisfied, and would not be until I had him inside me. I shook my head no.
"Good, my love, for I am not nearly finished with you."
Standing, you lifted me to my feet and removed the rags of my
nightgown.
"Kneel in the stream," you commanded.
I looked at you in surprise, but there was no trace of mercy in
your face, so I obeyed you. Standing, the water came about halfway up my
calves. I knelt shivering, and you spread my knees until the icy water
brushed my clit. I cried out sharply at the unbelievable sensation.
"Finger yourself."
You stripped as I teased myself, moaning and writhing. Then you
straddled the brook, bringing your cock close to my face.
"Suck me."
I did eagerly, relishing the warmth, the smell, the texture of
your member. After a short period you stopped me and led me from the
stream. You took a large towel from the box and dried off my legs, rubbing
warmth back into them. Then your rubbed your hand between my legs.
"So cold," you whispered. "I must do something to remedy that."
You probed and licked me with your tongue, divinely warm. I had
trouble keeping my feet, and clutched at your hair to pull you deeper.
Just as I reached orgasm, you stopped, bringing me crashing back
to earth.
"Don't you want me in you?" you asked at my cry of protest.
"Yes! Oh, yes!!" I moaned.
"Hands and knees," you ordered. I knelt down facing away from him,
and gasped as he slid a dildo- mercifully smaller than the first- into my
anus. As I moaned from that, you plunged your entire length into me doggie
style. I screamed with pleasure as your every move also pressed against
the dildo, filling me completely.
I was immediately lost in sensation, screaming wildly with every
thrust. My orgasms came one on top of another, and the world around me was
black. Dimly, I finally felt you spasm within me, your warm cum filling
me, and I collapsed into unconsciousness as you withdrew.
You carried me home, and we slept curled around each other beneath
a nest of blankets.
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Sandra Geary
Oct 18, 1993
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