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Afterwards
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Afterwards
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"Until you want to breathe. Oops. That's one place that I can't stay." "And your very favorite, too." "But I like being in your arms as well. You are so sweet, so soft and smooth. Such a delectable ear." "Now I do feel your weight." "Okay. Let me get the stuff.... Now you can come close again." "Cocoon." "Uh-huh. But other cocoons don't get to wrap up their butterflies every night. Once out, she's gone." "Pfft. I'm no butterfly." "Mostly you are by day. You flit around and gather your nectar or whatever the butterfly equivalents are. You do accomplish a lot, but it's pretty to watch all the same. But real butterflies aren't warm and snugly and smooth. Real butterflies don't have this, and this." "Do you want to try again?" "Don't tempt me. Can't I caress my wife without ulterior motives?" "You're nice. Mmm." "Mm yourself. Mmmmmuh!" "Cocoons are nice for sleeping, but let go for a minute." "You're no fun." "This way I can kiss you too." . . . "Okay, you're a little fun." "That's not what you said a little while ago." "Maybe it wasn't. You sure like that don't you?... Hey. What's wrong? I was only fooling about prefering the spoon position." "Nothing's wrong. Just hold me." "Always, but...." "Ted, It's not that I like it.... I do like it, don't get me wrong. You should have been able to tell." "You were wonderful, but only once." "I only needed once. You're a kind and gentle lover. I love lying cuddled in your warm arms. I love that you always look for things that I will enjoy, even out of bed." "But you're so cute when you're enjoying yourself. I found that out the first concert we went to. I looked over to say something about one musician, and you were sitting there a million miles away from me and deeeeep into the music. I could have followed the score just watching your face. Much more fun than the music." "Only a very generous person would think so. Anyway, I especially love what you can do to me with your lips and tongue and clever, tickly, fingers." "That's the really fun part. Should have figured it out much earlier. If it is fun watching that girl listen to music or eat with chopsticks, think what it must be like to see her orgasm. Or even feel...." "Chopsticks! You just liked watching me fumble." "I liked watching you try. And succeed. You get more pleasure out of one ear of baby corn than some people get out of an entire lobster." "I did think it was selfish of you that time you fished all the baby corn onto your plate." "It was. I could make you close your eyes and open up. And then I could watch every bit of expression until you swallowed the last bit." "I thought every eye in the place was on us. I swear I was blushing." "You were. That was cute, too. But...." "But what?" "But you just delivered a long speech with your back towards me. And a lovely smooth huggable back it is, too. But every time you start out that way, you come to a but. And a lovely smooth attractive butt it is too." "Are you sure that you don't want to try again?" "I'm sure. Finish your speech." "But, sometimes, that isn't what I need. Sometimes, I need you above me, pressing me down and driving into me. Sometimes, I'm not a violin for you to play. Sometimes, I'm a mare in heat; and I need my stallion. I don't mean on four feet. I mean on my back, pinned, possessed, occupied. I need you to weigh me down, fill me up, drive into me hard. Sometimes, making love to me is loveliest thing you could do; sometimes, I need you to fuck me." "And that is what that is all about? When you lie there with your legs sprawled out, and you pull at me?" "That is what it is all about." "You don't have to turn your back to say that to me. I like the idea. Now, I wouldn't put it in a letter to Response, though it is a response in a way. But I'm your husband, your lover. I'm glad that you want me, however you want me." "Is that what that is called, 'glad'?" "Happy to see you. I don't have anything in my pocket. For obvious reasons." "You sure you don't...?" "Do you want another? Need another?" "Heavens no. That was what I was saying. I needed you, I needed to be occupied and pinned. I got what I needed. That was wonderful." "And tomorrow is Saturday. Anyway, that is what you feel, then? I knew that you had special times. When you pull me into you and drop down like that you feel entirely different. You push up against me and spread your legs especially wide. You aren't as wet inside as you can get when I play with you a little first; but, somehow, you are a degree or two hotter." "Do you like me hotter?" "I love all of your ways; but I'm inside your heat, and then I can't do anything but drive in and out. Just fuck you, as you say. And you accept me, but you push back against me. And then, when you come, you grip me so tightly once, twice, maybe again.... That's generally when I lose it -- the second or third squeeze; I can't ride through one of those. I can just barely feel those later squeezes while I gush out into you. And these times, you are so soft under me when I'm done. I'm always afraid I'll hurt you." "You won't. I want to feel that you are there. That you still have me pinned, occupied. Before that, though, I do feel you. I can feel you throb within me, however drastic my own convulsions are. And then you pause, and then there is always one last throb; you give me one last bit of you. Then you lie on me and I have you. You possess me up to then, but I own you afterwards." "You own me always, every time, all the time. Most when you hold me in you, however possessed you feel. When I really possess you is times like these. When I have you all wrapped up in my arms, my butterfly in waiting, my butterfly at rest." "Not one of your better ones, real butterflies don't love their cocoons like I love you." "Other butterflies don't have warm necks, either." "Maybe I'm not a butterfly then." "Not at night. At night, you stop flittering and doing and being pretty. At night, you lie warm and still and soft in my arms. I'd say a papoose, all wrapped up; but that would make me a child molester." "I always think of papooses as male somehow." "Not this one. I can tell." "You sure that you don't want seconds?" "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Besides, tomorrow is Saturday." "Happens every Friday night." "So, tomorrow we can have some fun in the morning. Do you think that you might like to see what my slippery little fingers.... Is that what you said?" "Tickly little fingers." "Anyway, we'll get them slippery soon enough. My tickly little fingers, and all those other things. Do you think that I might capture my butterfly, and tease her, and maybe watch in the daylight while she enjoys one of those scrumptious orgasms that she sometimes has when her cocoon makes love to her? Not that fucking her isn't fun. But do you think that I might make love to her in the dawn's early light?" "On a Saturday?" "So on a forenoon's early light. What do you think of your cocoon turning into a husband? Do you think he might have a chance to seduce you?" "Nice." "You'll need your strength for the exercise. Nestle in and go to sleep." "Yeah. Hold me tight." "Always." |
The End Afterwards Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2004/01/05 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story is Forthright The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website |