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Another plain, quiet story about love and lovemaki
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Subject: Another plain, quiet story about love and lovemaking.
Date: Mon Jul 17 23:06:15 1995
Again, my disclaimer:
Yes, I have written here a description of graphic sexual actions
between two consenting adults. What makes this story different than most
others I have seen on this newsgroup, is that these two people are very
much in love. so my disclaimer is this: If you are old enough,
physically, spiritually, or mentally, to understand and have experienced
what love is, read on. I believe that you will find this story to be
wonderful and erotic. For those to whom this does not apply, I merely want
to warn you that you will probably not enjoy this story. It's nothing
kinky, controversial, or involving anything ending in -philia. All are
welcome to read my stories, and to respond, but to those of you who
responded to my last, telling me to 'get a life' and to 'try writing about
something interesting', please, do not read this story. It will only upset
you more. For those of you who's heart sings out when you see your lover,
you know who you are, you've seen 'Princess Bride' about 1000 times, you
romantics and lovers of romance, come in, come in!
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It's been a really hectic week. Both you and I have had so much work
to do, we've barely been able to spend time togather. I've been out late
every night, and you have to be up early, so we haven't been sleeping
togather, nor have we made love in almost a week. The tension is beginning
to build up in the house, and we both desparately need a break, and some
time with each other. But now it's Saturday night. Neither of us have
work to do, nothing scheduled for tomorrow, and we finally have the evening
to ourselves, as our roommate is spending the night over with a friend of
hers.
As the door shuts behind her, we look at each other and smile, both
knowing that this evening is for us and only us. I go and pour a couple
glasses of wine, while you put _Phantom_ on the stereo. We meet in the
center of the room and you take both glasses out of my hand, set them on
the coffee table, and without saying a word, wrap your arms around my neck
and pull my into a deep, passionate kiss. We stand against each other and
kiss for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the pleasure of
being close to each other. Then you feel my hands slip down your back and
inside your shirt, and slide up to your shoulders and neck, stroking and
massaging as I slowly pull your shirt off. You duck out of your shirt and
grab mine, pulling it over my head and caressing my chest, purring happily.
I smile at you and pull the cup of your bra to the side, kissing and
nibbling at the exposed nipple. You sigh contentedly and reach behind you,
unhooking your bra and tossing it aside, then pressing your warm chest
against mine, smiling and giggling as I wriggle against you.
Our fun play becomes a bit more serious as I lean down to again take
your breast into my mouth, and you respond by gliding your hand up my inner
thigh and stroking my sex. Feeling me stiffen and shiver, and my lips
close around your nipple, tongue gently circling its tip, you feel your own
arousal stirring and unbutton my jeans. Following your lead, I loosen your
pants and begin to draw them down over your hips. We have to stop and
giggle for a moment as we both try to keep our balance and pull the other's
pants off at the same time, but my finger tracing the line of your panties
across your thigh gives your passion sway over your humor, and you quickly
step out of your jeans and help me out of mine. We look at each other, and
gaze boldly at one another's body, then smile again, as we realize that I
am wearing my black silk boxers, and you your black lace panties. Saying
something about being all dressed up for each other, I pull you back into
my arms and kiss you again, then reach down and gently slide your panties
off, allowing you to tug my boxers to the ground as well.
You take my hand and begin to lead me upstairs, but I gently pull you
back into my arms, relishing the feelinof your naked body against mine. As
our bodies mold against each other, a tingling shock runs through both of
us, and I smile as I smell the sweet scent of your arousal. Deliberately,
I stroke my body against yours, feeling your firm breasts and stiff nipples
press tightly against the muscles of my chest. I begin to sway from side
to side, and soon we are dancing, a slow, tight waltz to 'Music of the
Night'. As we dance, I am acutely aware of your body shifting against
mine, and the sensations become erotic, causing my sex to rise up slowly
between your thighs. Feeling my sex bumping gently against your inner
thigh, you smile and open your legs a bit farther, bringing me up against
your sex. We continue to dance around the room, my sex sliding against
your opening, feeling you becoming warm and then blossoming open against
me. Without entering you, I continue to stroke my hard sex between your
sexual lips, sighing quietly as I feel you becoming wet against my flesh.
Our dance continues until the stimuation becomes to much for us to
continue with any pretence. Again you start to lead me upstair to bed, and
again I hold you back. When you look at me questioningly, I bring your
over to the couch and sit you down, then sit on the floor in front of you
and gently guide your legs open. Turning to face you, I sit between you
legs and smile at you. The look you give me in return sets my skin on
fire. Reaching forward, I begin to stroke and then kiss your silky inner
thighs. You lean back and sigh contentedly, watching me pleasure you. I
slowly work my way up to the juction of your thighs. Still wet, your sex
sits like a blossoming rose before me. I reach out and begin to massage
your sex, caressing in from your thighs with my fingers as my thumbs glide
up and down your opening, gently circling you clitoris with each stroke.
As you begin growing wetter, I spread your wetness over your lips, and
gently part you with my thumbs, stroking the outside of your lips with my
index fingers. At a soft moan from you, I lean forward and, speading you
carefully open, take a long, loving taste of your sex. Your body shudders
at the sudden sensation of my mouth on you, my tongue flickering into you,
and then back out to tease you further open. As you spread your legs apart
farther and open yourself to me fully, I kiss up your sex and seal my lips
around your clitoris, and then begin to tantalize that tender node with the
tip of my tongue. I feel you begin to give into your passion and press
your hips towards me, and I withdraw, smiling up into your eyes.
Sitting back, I carefully guide the middle finger of my right hand into
you, circling deeper and stroking you from the inside. While my left hand
begins to caress your breasts, I turn my right hand upwards and gently slip
another finger into you. You sigh as you feel yourself circling around my
fingers tightly, and then gasp as I begin to stroke my fingers upwards, in
a 'come here' gesture, rubbing then directly behind your clitoris. You
begin to work your hips against my hand, but I steady you, telling you to
relax and let me pleasure you. Moaning quietly, you lay back, The
sensations of my hand caressing your nipples shooting straight down your
body and adding to the pleasure in your sex. You feel you body begin to
quiver as pleasure washes over you, and suddenly you feel my mouth move
back to your sex, trapping your node once again and caressing it, as my
fingers press up from inside you, again and again, pressing your clitoris
firmly into my mouth even as your sex begins to swell and pulse.
You begin to lose control of your body as you can feel stimuation to
each individual nerve center in your body. You feel pressure inside your
sex, as though you had to pee, but you remember what I taught you and
recognize the onset of your orgasm, breathing deeply and rhymically, and
not holding yourself back. Your moans turn to soft sobs as my rhythm
increases, my tongue silkily lashing across and around your clitoris, and
my fingers taking turns 'beckoning' up against your g-spot. Letting
yourself go, you feel your mind detaching from all your senses and your
body filling up with pleasure like sand were being poured through it. You
cry out once, screaming, and then whisper my name as your orgasm crashes
through your body, setting you rigid against the back of the couch.
Slipping away from you as quickly as it came, your eyes clear to see me
smiling quietly at you, my eyes shining. Looking at my naked body, your
quiver, and find that my fingers are still inside you. At that unexpected
stimulation, you are overcome by your need for me. Pushing me onto my back
on the floor, you straddle me and thrust your sex down onto mine, filling
yourself with me entirely and crying out again, overwhelmingly glad that
you had gone on the pill so that you didn't have to wait for me to go
upstairs and get a condom. Our bodies meet again and again, our pace
increasing until you are riding my body frantically, my hands on your hips
drawing you up and down on me. We look intensely into each other's eyes as
we crash over the edge togather, our bodies straining against each other as
we are rocked by our simultaneous orgasm. The feeling of the other's sex
climaxing only draws out our passion, our bodies vibrating against each
other as though there were an electric current running through us.
Finally, we collapse, unable or willing to move. Very shortly, we are both
asleep, though we wake a short time later, you still astride me. Smiling
at each other and laughing at the rug prints on my bum and back, we sit up
and I smile at you, reaching over and offering you the glass of wine I had
poured for you hours earlier.
Friends- If you have gotten this far, you know: Love is a powerful
force. Reckon with it, but don't underestimate it. Love can be both the
single most wonderful feeling you've ever had, and it can utterly and
entirely decimate you. Trust me. Love is not as common as books and movies
would have us think. If you truly find it, don't let it go for the world.
For true love will give you the world. Be well, Friends.
-Richard.
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