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Scene from the past (mf)
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Subject: Scene From the Past (The First Time) (m/f) TC
Reply-To: [email protected] (TropicCool)
Date: Wed Jul 12 10:09:00 1995
The taste of his kisses was as heady as wine. Abandoning herself to
the
delight of passion, she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips and
probe
the moistness of her mouth until they both were breathing heavily and
aching
with need. From somewhere deep within her a little voice protested
weakly,
warning her that she must not let this go too far. At once, she silenced
it,
his mouth claimed her own and kisses, long and lingering, obliterated
everything but fierce desire.
Weak with desire she offered no resistance as his fingers inched
along
her blouse. The shock of air upon her naked breasts was jarring. She
didn't
speak but thrust her head back, groaning deep within her throat as he
cupped
her breasts within his palms and captured tender nipples...kissing one and
then the other, suckling like a hungry babe until they rose to meet his
tongue and waves of sweet, delicious agony brought cries of yearning from
her
lips.
Unseen, his fingers stole beneath her skirts and came to rest upon
the
naked softness of her thighs. With no need to hesitate, his fingers
inched
slowly, maddeningly upward.
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She quivered as her gaze was drawn inexorably down along his belly to
that place from which the essence of his manhood and the proof of his
excitement jutted, almost to his navel. ...and he was upon her once
again,
his mouth returning to those areas of loesh so quick, so eager to respond
to
ardent kisses. Immediately she forgot her guilt, blind to everything but
the
rising need that undulated through her heated flesh and lifted her in his
direction. Hungry lips sought out the soft, forbidden, tender places at
the
inside of her thighs and lingered tauntingly until, succumbing to the
willfulness of burning flesh, she groaned aloud and welcomed him between
her
knees. Slowly he kissed his way toward that place that pulsed with
unbridled
lust and opened like the petals of a flower to the gentle explorations of
his
lips and tongue.
He crouched above her, crushed her mouth beneath his own. She moved
slowly underneath him, goading him, inviting him, begging with the motions
of
her body that he quickly end their waiting. With one heaving thrust he
claimed his prize, then stopped to rest inside her. But she would not
have
it so. She invited him him to finish, lifting her hips, hugging him to
her
breast, her fingers digging at the hardness of his back. With slow steady
motion he began anew and suddenly she felt a blossoming of pleasure.
Calling out his name she returned his passion and wrapped herself around
him.
He drove her past the limits of her own experience into a realm of
beautiful
sensation she had never known existed.
"Will not be long now," he rasped and slid his hands between them
capturing her breasts. "For me as well," she cried as mounting passion
brought her to the brink of madness. There was no withholding possible,
no
thoughts of anything but passion beyond her wildest dreams. Great,
racking
sobs announced the pinnacle of pleasure as she whirled ecsatatically with
him
through those blinding moments of completion...twisting, spinning,
flying...crying out his name until at last they drifted slowly earthward
once
again...
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