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Mirror: A science- fiction fantasy
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"Mirror: a Science-Fiction Fantasy" (although the science fiction
rather disappears after the
first two paragraphs)
From Sadik.
I clicked on that last 'OK', and felt the tingling of the Analyst
surround me. The beam splayed over my legs, up my arms, over my
stomach, and as it did she appeared. My twin, my sister, shaded in as
I was traced. There is nothing, I thought, like high technology for
fulfilling one's fantasies.
She stood there, clear through my haziness. She smiled as the
beams left us both, and she reached out to touch me.
I ran my hand over her cheek - MY cheek - and looked into a face that
knew and mirrored and HAD all my own thoughts and lusts behind it. My
nails traced her jawbone and slid down her neck.
She ran her nails over my breasts, talons circling my nipples,
hands cupping my breasts, and she fell to her knees in front of
me to suck my nipples and cover my breasts with kisses and wisps
of her tongue.
I rolled her nipples between my teeth, gently teasing, gently biting
until she gasped and swayed against me, pushing her pelvis against me
and grasping my face in her hands and pushing me down. I took hold of
her wrists, holding her back, and trailed down her belly, making my
way in kisses to her cunt, and I flicked my tongue over the rough
fur at her lips, and then pushed her away from me and stood up.
She held my outstretched hands in hers, and edged me backwards,
onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and then she crouched over
me on hands and knees, and dipped her head to kiss me. She nipped
my mouth, sucking my lips in tiny moues. Her tongue darted over
my lips, pushing in to touch my teeth, and run and dart over the
membranes of my mouth. She kissed my face, leaving damp imprints
on my eyelids, and sucked the lobes of my ears. Her tongue traced
down the tendons of my neck, teeth and lips flitting and biting
over my skin, sucking small bruises onto me. I ran my hands
through her hair, and pulled her close to me, feeling her breasts
against mine, and the muscles of her thighs tensing as she held
herself just above me.
She held me close, stroking my back, and kneading the muscles between
my shoulder-blades. I pulled away and looked down at her. She lay
beneath me, her hips tilted towards me, legs spread and face flushed.
I sat back on my heels and raised her hand to my lips. I kissed her
palm. I licked circles over her hands, let her feel the rough texture
of my tongue, and I sucked her fingers, tonguing swirls over the pads
of her fingers, little promises sent through her hands. She moaned,
and pulled me back down to her, pressing her face into my neck and
kissing me.
She pulled away from my kisses, and crawled backwards till her
face was level with my stomach. She ran her hands over me,
between my breasts, her fingers spread to graze each nipple, and
stroked my belly, kissing around the curve of my stomach, little
sucking kisses that pulled at my skin. Her hands swept down,
through my pubic hair, and down to stroke my thighs. She massaged
my legs, gripping her hands around my thighs in tight rings and
dragging down to my feet. She kissed my toes, sucked them, and
ran that rough tongue down the soles of my feet, tickling me.
She twisted, laughing, and I ran my hand up her leg, and underneath
her to stroke her bottom. I dived on her, burying my face in her cunt,
tasting the sweet, salty sharpness of her, of me, of us, and I licked
her lips, running my tongue along the outsides of her lips, and
tracing a line with my fingernail along the border where pubic hair
ended and naked flesh began. I gripped her buttocks and pulled her
close, and tongued her vagina, teasing the edges, just entering her a
little, a very little way, and she twisted and tried to push me
deeper.
I held on to her as she teased me, and tried to get her to fuck
me deeper, harder, but she wouldn't. I cried out and she flicked
her tongue over my clit, around its hood and circled the entrance
to my vagina with her index finger. I pulled at her, trying to
get her to use more pressure - to do anything, and right now!
I was frustrating her. I let her pull and push at me and then I
stepped away from her. She looked at me in outrage, and grabbed at me,
the demanding little cat. I smiled at her with some malice, and
grabbed her hand and spun her around so that she was bent over the
edge of the bed.
She pulled and I knew what she wanted. I twisted myself around
and knelt over the bed, stretching my arms above me to hold onto
to the further edge, and tilting my bottom into the air. She
caressed the cheeks of my buttocks, slipping a hand between my
thighs to stroke my lips. And to pinch them. I gasped slightly.
She stopped. She raised her hand and began to spank me.
I watched her cheeks grow red as I spanked her. Her flesh indented and
gave with each strike, and the muscles in her back tensed as she
gripped the edge of the bed slightly harder as I struck. I counted
down from twenty in my head, increasing the strength of my blow each
time. She wiggled her bottom pertly at first, enticing me, but soon
she began wriggling in earnest, moaning, but all the while holding
onto the bed and staying in the position I had put her in.
She spanked me - I don't know how many times. But she became more
enthusiastic as she went on. I could feel her excitement mounting
as I twisted on the bed. I could sense her enjoying my
predicament - my simultaneously wanting to get free and away from
her hands, and wishing to please her, to stay there and take all
that she could give me. Because I knew what she was seeing. Me,
her, willingly helpless, spine arching as my buttocks flinched,
skin reddening and covered with a sheen of sweat. I lay there for
her.
I rolled her over and pulled her further up the bed. She shifted at
the slight discomfort caused by the friction on her bottom. I
straddled her, sitting over her stomach. I looked down at her flushed
face and met her eyes. I leaned down to kiss her, tasting the light
sweat above her upper lip. I ran my hand over her breasts, catching
her nipples between my fingers and pinching. She arched her back,
pushing out her breasts, offering them to me.
She circled my nipples, edging in on them slowly, creeping up in
ever shrinking orbits until she poised her fingers above them and
then pinched hard. With every tensing of her fingers a sharp tug
of nerve between my cunt and my nipples made my insides hot,
fluid. I groaned and pushed up underneath her hands, wriggling
my bottom, and chafing my thighs in an effort to ease that
maddening tugging. And then she stopped. She sat back for a
moment. I moaned in protest, scrabbling at her hands, trying to
push them back toward my breasts. She wouldn't have that. She
clambered forward, pushing her cunt in front of my face.
She obeyed me. She started in on my clit with slow even strokes of her
tongue, slow light strokes that tingled up my spine and spread a glow
out through my solar plexus, down my legs and up my arms. Her hands
lifted to stroke my bottom, and then she began stroking my cunt. One
finger entered me, stirring inside me in ever deepening circles, and
then stroking the upper wall.
She leaned forward, supporting her weight on one hand and
clenching the other fist into her stomach, and breathed in short
gasps, moaning as I rubbed her g-spot. I could feel her cunt
contracting around my finger, under my lips, feel her body tense
and relax as I synchronized my hand and mouth. I kept my head
still, moving only my tongue in firm strokes, slowly quickening,
as I increased the pressure inside her, using two fingers,
thrusting into her. I reached up to caress her breasts, rolling
her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and I pushed her
over the edge.
I reached the edge, that moment of perfect stillness when you can't
breathe, when your muscles tense to contract, a moment of sublime
ecstatic anticipation. She kept going, kept stroking inside me,
licking me, and I came in waves, shockwaves of contraction that spread
out from my vagina to my belly, tidal waves that rolled over me in a
wash of aching pleasure. She let up, slowed down, and carried me past
the orgasm to a place where I floated on a warm sea of satisfaction. I
lay down beside her, and she put her arms around me, holding me close
and I nestled into her.
She lay in my arms, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing. She
kissed me, a slow deep kiss that brought me on top of her, where
I lay for a moment, stroking her face, before I sat back on my
heels, and ran my hands over her breasts...
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