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"That, my love, is because you are a woman." "I'd think that I would be enough for your libido." "So you would, if only you'd move in." "Yeah, sure! My parents would kill me first. You don't make enough to pay your own tuition, much less mine." "What do they think that you do on your visits to my apartment?" "Don't ask, don't tell." "Who'da thunk that your father would adopt a Clinton position? For a disgusted person, you're spending an awfully long time on that picture." "You're a man, you wouldn't understand." "Why is it that when you don't understand my behavior, it's because men are incomprehensible, and probably disgusting; but when I don't understand your behavior, it's because men are dense and imperceptive?" "Not always. Sometimes it's because you, in particular, are dense and imperceptive. I don't always include other men. But men wouldn't understand this. You stick out." "And aren't you glad? Especially when I stick in. Hey, give me that." "Really, you don't have to grab. Why would anybody pose for a picture like that?" "You didn't look at her face. If she wants people to look at her picture, it's not going to be a picture of her face." "Do I look like that?" "No, doll. You have a perfectly beautiful face." "You know what I mean." "I do, but I don't. Does your face look like mine? We both have two eyes, two ears, one nose; but vive les differences." "I think that your face is cute." "Well all your parts correspond to the ones in the picture. But you have a most adorable little pussy, and she -- frankly -- does not." "You download those pictures." "I didn't say that hers doesn't turn me on, merely that it isn't cute like yours. After all, how often do I get to see yours. A few seconds at a time at that. Look, do you really want to see?" "To see?" "Yourself?" "I dunno. I... really don't know." "Well, while you decide, let me retune the computer. Right now it is set on false colors. It would probably turn flesh tone into an awful green. "Hey, I'm not going to get on your 'puter and be sent around the world by mistake." "I can't send it anywhere. The modem's not connected. We could try a mirror, but this is better. Trust me." "Right! Anyway, I haven't said that I'd do it yet." "Didn't say that you had. I'm just getting ready for if you do." "What the hell. At least I'll know what the fuss is about. What do I do, strip and spread them?" "No! If you want biology, read an anatomy text. This is about aesthetics. Let me help you with those." "That's for later. You were going to show me something?" "Okay. Lie close to the side of the bed where you can see the monitor easily. Put your legs together." "I can see that part." "Not the right way. Look at the monitor. Now we get a picture of your face and upper torso. Not giving proper attention to two beautiful breasts, we arrive at Daphne's lower torso. The lower-most portion of this provides a saucy pubic mound, also known as the mount of Venus. The contours of this are softened, if not quite hidden, by a light covering of delightfully curly pubic hair. "We can see this better from this directly frontal, or overhead, view. From roughly here -- let your legs fall free, but don't use the muscles to spread them yet -- we can begin to see the beginning of the cleft that leads to the beauties inside. "This is a freeze-frame." "Really? Does that mean I don't actually have a jagged blue line jumping across my belly?" "Notice how loud I'm laughing. Anyway, back to live visuals. Let you legs open a little further. That's good. Why don't you raise your knees a little just as if I were about to lie between them?" "As if! I think you enjoy this more. What is it about boys and their toys? ...And their dirty pictures? Here you get both at the same time." "You were the one who wanted to see. Anyway, here we see Daphne's lovely mound with the lips peeking out through the cover of hair. From another perspective...," "Hey!" "You wanted to see." "But you turned the camera upside down. I watched myself flip over in a second when I didn't feel myself move. Weird sensations." "Okay close your eyes... You can open them now. Here is the view that Daphne's slippers would have if they had eyes. You got dizzy from my flipping the camera; I get dizzy from this view." "Well, you could look away." "No, I can't. You're just so pretty. Everywhere, but especially there." "I don't think I look pretty. At least, not there." "Well, let's bring the camera closer. From here, we can see Daphne's lovely lower lips lightly lidded by her lesser locks." "Pfft!" "I'd be perfectly happy to spread them for you, but there's no way to set the camera down right-side-up and have it point in the right direction. Could you spread the outer lips? I think that's a two-hand job." "Like this?" "Sure. Look at the monitor. Your hands are in the picture, but we can see the inner lips. Notice that, while the outer ones are pretty in-and-of themselves, the inner ones are of an even- greater beauty. They are colored a delicate pink, which unfortunately doesn't show up that well on the monitor." "'We could use a mirror, but this is better; trust me.' Why I ever trust you is a mystery." "You don't trust me, doll. You love me. Anyway, spread your knees a little more and pull the outer lips a little further apart. Don't do anything that hurts." "Don't worry. I won't." "Now we get a better look at all the complexity where Daphne's labia minora meet. Barely visible here is her lovely, sensitive, clitoris. Can you spread your inner lips a bit without obscuring the view?" "Like this?" "Like it? Doll I adore it. Oh! Yeah, that's the way. Here we can see Daphne's adorable and so-sensitive clitoris peeking out of its surrounding folds. It looks just as if it wanted a few caresses, but I must resist the temptation in order to finish this in the name of science." "It looks a little aroused, does it? Between your talk, the view, and my fingers right next to it, I'm not surprised. What does surprise me is the suggestion that you ever resist temptation." "You wrong me Daphne. Did I toss you across a cafeteria table and rape you the first time we met?" "Only raped me with your eyes." "See? That was resisting temptation. Anyway, south -- so to speak -- of the clitoris is entry into the tunnel of love, otherwise known as Daphne's vagina. The camera couldn't fit inside. It looks too small from here for Brad's cock to fit inside, but we know better. Let me freeze this view." "So that's what I look like." "That's what you look like. Delightful as that is..." "It didn't look that delightful to me." "You're prejudiced, doll. Anyway, delightful as the view is, I quite prefer the touch." "And other things more than that." "Hey! It's still touch. More nerve endings than my finger tips. The view is still on the monitor, so you can see where things are happening." |
The End Docent Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2004/03/21 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story: "Confidant" The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website |