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Subject: {ASSM} New to ASSM: Fantasies (MF, cons, toys)
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Copyright (C) 1999, Ms Lebeau. ALL Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults only, and describes consensual
sexual activities. The story may not be reproduced in any form, or on any
website, without the express written consent of the author. The author may
be reached at ms_lebeau@hotmail.com
Feedback: I live for feedback. More importantly I write for feedback, and I
answer feedback, so don't be shy. I want to know if I did this right. I want
to know if I turned you on. :)
Miss LeBeau
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Fantasies I
"What's this?"
"Something I picked up for you," he chuckled and handed me a small box
covered in wrapping paper. "I thought you might enjoy it.
I shook the box experimentally and an odd grin settled on his face as I
began to unwrap it. Inside the box, resting atop a red velvet pad lay a
medium-sized jelly egg with what appeared to be a small remote-controlled
vibrator hidden inside.
I met his eyes, torn between shock and amusement at this decidedly male
approach to gift buying, and settled for a smile when I noticed his cheesy
grin. I should have expected this. I remembered chuckling at his enthusiasm
only a few weeks ago when he first mentioned this toy. He even showed it to
me on the 'net the next day, and his eyes glowed with passion as he pointed
it out to me. I remembered thinking that he had cool fantasies.
And I remembered thinking that I wanted to try them.
Several of his fantasies centered on this particular toy. He wanted to take
me shopping, dancing, or maybe to a movie, with one of these remote
controlled vibrators hidden inside me. He wanted to hear my breath catch as
I tried to hide my reactions, and watch my muscles tighten as he played with
the toy's speed.
"Why don't you go put it in?" he asked huskily. I shivered at the
implications for this evening's activities, and glanced at him uncertainly.
"But we're going out."
He nodded, "Trust me."
I shivered again, and took the toy somewhat hesitantly, but the passion in
his eyes removed all my doubts, and I nodded. .
He wanted to watch me squirm.
** ** ** **
I was still blushing with that thought when I returned to the living room a
few minutes later, the egg snuggled deep inside me.
He grinned and took the opportunity to kiss me, saying without words how
pleased he was by my acquiescence to his fantasy. I shivered under the
caress of his tongue against mine, and felt his hands slide to the buttons
at the top of my shirt.
"We should test it, first." he whispered. His kisses became more demanding,
more explorative. "Find out how loud it is ."
I nodded, not really paying attention to his comments as he removed my
shirt, and then slid his hands behind me to unhook my bra with practiced
ease. I shivered as the cool air hit sensitive skin, and he chuckled
lightly as he brushed his warm fingers against my breasts. He continued to
kiss me, pausing occasionally to watch my face as he teased my nipples,
rolling them gently between his thumb and forefingers. I felt tingles
resonate under his touch, and an erotic echo between my legs that made me
want to curl my legs around him.
Then his kisses began a warm, wet descent down my neck to my shoulders. I
felt a rush of desire as blood raced through me, lighting the fire between
my legs and making my breath catch for the first time. My face felt
flushed, and my knees almost gave way, but he gently pushed me towards the
bedroom, and continued the move backwards until I was sprawled on the bed
beneath him.
He took a few moments to shed his clothing, and place the remote control on
the dresser beside the bed. I watched as he slipped out of his boxers,
noticed the obvious desire there as his smile met mine, and reached a hand
out to stroke his heat slowly. My fingers closed firmly around his
erection, sliding purposely across its' length. Once. Twice. I watched his
face for a reaction, and was pleased to see the muscles tighten and his eyes
clench shut as I continued to stroke erotically at his heat.
Then he was covering me in his warmth again, sliding his leg between mine,
one arm behind my head for support. I felt his erection growing
persistently against my thigh and rolled purposely against him to hear his
breath catch. He countered with an oral assault on my nipples that left me
shivering.
I felt another flood of warmth rush through me, and began to breath faster
as his hand grabbed my ankle, and began rubbing up and down the length of my
leg. I was still in shorts, and though his hands rose higher to caress my
ass, he made no effort to remove the final pieces of clothing between us.
He shifted a bit and exchanged a pillow for the hand he had trapped behind
my head. Now free of its' restriction, the hand joined his assault on my
senses, cupping my breasts firmly beneath his tongue while his other hand
roamed freely up and down my legs. His erection was now firmly planted
against my thigh, and I heard his breath coming faster as I moved restlessly
against him, knew that my own breath was coming faster than his.
The tingling between my legs was becoming almost frantic as I moved against
him, and still he made no move to remove my clothing. I wanted to scream at
him for taking so long, and ended up pinning his head against my breast as
another wave of desire boiled within me. He spent several moments nipping
the undersides of my breasts, and pinching their nipples between his teeth.
I spent that time squirming beneath him, unable to hold still and listening
to my breath come faster and faster as he teased such delicate flesh.
His own pace joined mine, though, as I inevitably began sliding against his
erection. His movements became hurried, more demanding. His tongue burned,
and his hand slid up underneath my shorts, caressing my ass and trapping me
against his erection. I felt his fingers slide forward, and was suddenly
self-conscious of my wetness as another rush of desire swept through me. He
felt it with me, and wiggled his fingers between my folds, chuckled as my
breath caught and my muscles tightened around his fingers.
I caught the glazed look in his eyes, saw his passion and felt his erection
beckoning at my thigh. What the hell was he waiting for?
"We s-should testtt this." His fingers continued to wiggle, and I was barely
able to make out what he had said as my pulse-rate climbed. He shifted
again, and I saw him reach for something on the dresser.
He took a moment to get comfortable again, shifting so that he was flush
against my shorts, and moved his hand behind my ass to pin me against his
erection. He then caught my mouth in a demandingly passionate kiss.
I never saw him turn on the remote control.
I screamed into the kiss, and lost control of my senses as the egg began a
low-speed flutter against my g-spot. I had been restless before, now I was
frantic as the energy inside me began the move towards critical mass. I
pulled away from his kiss, gasping for air, feeling every single inch of my
skin as I moved frantically, trying to regain control.
"Yyes..."
I was partially pinned beneath him, and my movements only served to rub
against his erection. His breath caught, and I heard him gasping for breath
with me as my struggles increased. I broke into a sweat and felt him
capture my wrist, pinning it with his other hand before I could stop him,
protecting him or myself I wasn't certain.
I arched into him, slowly regaining control of myself, adjusting to the
tremors inside me, but still gasping for breath, still feeling every inch of
my skin as it rubbed against him. His breath had turned frenzied, and his
eyes were clenched shut, as muscles rippled down his back and he began to
thrust forcefully against me. He was already shaking in reaction, and I
felt him shudder against me as he released.
He collapsed against me, and I heard his breath slow, felt his muscles relax
as his pulse returned to normal. My own pulse was now throbbing in my ears,
and I moved restlessly beneath him, unable to remain still as the toy
fluttered inside me. His head finally lifted off my shoulder, and he licked
the outside of my ear as he raised himself back up.
"Your turn."
I almost lost it then, under the passionate gaze in his eyes, but felt my
tenuous control hold. He chuckled, and resumed nibbling on my ear as his
hand strayed to my breast. My control snapped when he pinched my nipple,
and I arched upwards instinctively. I groaned involuntarily, and felt him
adjust his position on the bed again, saw his head come to rest above my
breasts.
"Yes, baby.'
'Oh..'
His hand fumbled for a moment with my shorts, and finally slid them down to
my knees. I was embarrassingly wet. I'm not certain, but I think he
chuckled then, my own breathing was too loud in my ears to hear him. His
mouth descended on my nipple, and his fingers began to rapidly circle my
clit, forcing me to lose control again.
I bucked against his hand and saw stars in my eyes. I tried desperately to
regain some control over my senses, but the blood was pounding in my ears,
pounding between my legs. And he was teasing that heat, demanding responses
from abused muscles, rubbing frantically in direct contrast to the egg
inside me and . and.
"Oh God!" My hands clinched into fists, and I groaned desperately for more
as he touched me again and the . world. shattered.
End of Part 1
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