This is a Story ...
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... that I wrote for a female friend.
I am thinking of you. You are standing naked in front of me. You watch me intently -- are you curious? You tremble slightly -- are you frightened? Your nipples are hard and they jut out from your breasts like small bullets -- is the room chilly or is it something else? Sexual tension, perhaps? Anticipation? Fear?
I approach you slowly. When I am standing in front of you, I reach into my pocket and take out a wooden clothespin. I attach it to your left nipple. Does it hurt? I take a chip of ice from a nearby bowl and scrape it across your right nipple. Do you feel that? I do it again. Does it feel the same? Or is it different; maybe better?
I place my hands lightly on your hips and bring them slowly up your flanks until my hands rest against the outer sides of your breasts, then down again to your hips. I repeat the motion, only this time more firmly. I stop to give the clothespin on your left nipple a twist. Then I tug on it while flicking your right nipple with my thumb. How do you feel, now?
My fingertips trace their way from your breasts down to your navel, hesitate a moment, then continue down until I reach the top of your cunt. I linger there, dragging my fingers back and forth through the hair that grows there, thick and bushy at the top of your cunt. I push my hand lower, two fingers on either side of your opening until I reach the bottom. I draw my hand slowly toward the top; but this time, my two middle fingers ride the edges of your lips. You are wet. I linger at the top of your opening and probe for your clit. I dip my two middle fingers into your cunt to wet them and I return to massage your clit with your juices.
I withdraw a second clothes pin from my pocket and I clamp it on your right nipple. Now I can twist and tug on both of your nipples at the same time. I alternate my attention between your breasts and your cunt. Your juices flow heavily now. Your legs are trembling, as if you can no longer support your own weight. Your head is tilted back; your eyelids flutter; your breath comes in short, raspy, gasps.
I tell you to remove my cock from my trousers: you do it. I am hard; my cock throbs in your hand. I tell you to hold my cock tightly and to move my foreskin up and down my hard shaft: you do it. It glides smoothly back and forth: I like the feeling and you can tell. You smile inwardly.
I tell you to keep my foreskin retracted and to rub the head of my cock between the lips of your cunt to wet it; you do it. You rub the ridge at the back of my cock head over your clit several times: I did not tell you that you could do this, but I let it pass.
I pull you roughly to my chest, trapping the clothespins on your nipples between us. A sensual pain tears through your breasts: you like it! You begin to rock your hips over the top of my cock, soaking it in your juices! You rock your hips farther back and I slip inside of you. I can feel your warmth: you are hot and slippery! I take several hard, fast strokes: it takes your breath away. I begin a steady back and forth rhythm.
You come quickly, violently: I continue to stroke in and out of your cunt. It it not long before you come a second time. I continue to stroke in and out. Your cunt is warm and tight: now it is my turn. My cock erupts, sending a hot sticky stream deep inside you. I can feel a fire deep in my groin: my testicles are on fire.
But you are not done yet. Now you ride my cock until you come a third time. Now we are both sweating: now we are both gasping! We cling to each other: hoping, hoping that we will not collapse to the flour. My head is spinning and I wonder if your head is spinning also. I want your head to be spinning like mine: I want that desperately!
... that I wrote for a female friend.
I am thinking of you. You are standing naked in front of me. You watch me intently -- are you curious? You tremble slightly -- are you frightened? Your nipples are hard and they jut out from your breasts like small bullets -- is the room chilly or is it something else? Sexual tension, perhaps? Anticipation? Fear?
I approach you slowly. When I am standing in front of you, I reach into my pocket and take out a wooden clothespin. I attach it to your left nipple. Does it hurt? I take a chip of ice from a nearby bowl and scrape it across your right nipple. Do you feel that? I do it again. Does it feel the same? Or is it different; maybe better?
I place my hands lightly on your hips and bring them slowly up your flanks until my hands rest against the outer sides of your breasts, then down again to your hips. I repeat the motion, only this time more firmly. I stop to give the clothespin on your left nipple a twist. Then I tug on it while flicking your right nipple with my thumb. How do you feel, now?
My fingertips trace their way from your breasts down to your navel, hesitate a moment, then continue down until I reach the top of your cunt. I linger there, dragging my fingers back and forth through the hair that grows there, thick and bushy at the top of your cunt. I push my hand lower, two fingers on either side of your opening until I reach the bottom. I draw my hand slowly toward the top; but this time, my two middle fingers ride the edges of your lips. You are wet. I linger at the top of your opening and probe for your clit. I dip my two middle fingers into your cunt to wet them and I return to massage your clit with your juices.
I withdraw a second clothes pin from my pocket and I clamp it on your right nipple. Now I can twist and tug on both of your nipples at the same time. I alternate my attention between your breasts and your cunt. Your juices flow heavily now. Your legs are trembling, as if you can no longer support your own weight. Your head is tilted back; your eyelids flutter; your breath comes in short, raspy, gasps.
I tell you to remove my cock from my trousers: you do it. I am hard; my cock throbs in your hand. I tell you to hold my cock tightly and to move my foreskin up and down my hard shaft: you do it. It glides smoothly back and forth: I like the feeling and you can tell. You smile inwardly.
I tell you to keep my foreskin retracted and to rub the head of my cock between the lips of your cunt to wet it; you do it. You rub the ridge at the back of my cock head over your clit several times: I did not tell you that you could do this, but I let it pass.
I pull you roughly to my chest, trapping the clothespins on your nipples between us. A sensual pain tears through your breasts: you like it! You begin to rock your hips over the top of my cock, soaking it in your juices! You rock your hips farther back and I slip inside of you. I can feel your warmth: you are hot and slippery! I take several hard, fast strokes: it takes your breath away. I begin a steady back and forth rhythm.
You come quickly, violently: I continue to stroke in and out of your cunt. It it not long before you come a second time. I continue to stroke in and out. Your cunt is warm and tight: now it is my turn. My cock erupts, sending a hot sticky stream deep inside you. I can feel a fire deep in my groin: my testicles are on fire.
But you are not done yet. Now you ride my cock until you come a third time. Now we are both sweating: now we are both gasping! We cling to each other: hoping, hoping that we will not collapse to the flour. My head is spinning and I wonder if your head is spinning also. I want your head to be spinning like mine: I want that desperately!