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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Naughty by Sven the Elder
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 06:10:02 -0400
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles.

If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
the bad feelings will go away.

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This work is copyright by the author.  You may download and keep
one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and
e-mail address and these paragraphs remain on the copy.  Any
posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous
permission of the author.

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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than appropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
practice safe sex at all times.

==============================================

Do feel free to write and tell me whether you liked my story.
Contrary to belief we do like to hear from our readers - it's the
only payment we get.

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Naughty

Copyright - Sven the Elder May 2001

"I wish you wouldn't do that!"

She had sneaked up behind me and leaned into me while 
running her hands over my shoulders and down my front.

"Why not?"

"It's... it's... well, distracting when I'm trying to 
concentrate on writing a story."

"What ya writing?"

"An entry in another contest."

A short time elapsed as my other half moved her chest 
gently against the back of my neck and head, and then 
nibbled my ear.  This had the desired effect, at least 
I assume it was her desired intention, of making part 
of my anatomy assume a mind of its own.  My trousers 
began to form a 'small' tent.

"But I've been a naughty girl."

The thread of thoughts involving the writing process 
having stepped off the window ledge, I leaned my head 
back and rubbed it against her chest.

"Oh?"

"Yes."

She ran her fingers down to the V of my legs and then, 
sort of pensively, scratched the ridge of the now, well 
formed, tent with a finger nail.  I groaned gently, 
more to myself.  Writing was now not foremost amongst 
my thoughts.

I swivelled the chair round and she stayed still and 
let me move through her hands so she remained where she 
had been standing.  I ran my fingers up from her thighs 
to the initial cause of my distraction and finished by 
gently tweaking each nipple of her naked front.

In fact she was nude!  Naked!  No clothes!

"Let me guess? You can't find a thing to wear?"

"Silly!"

I kissed the nearest irresistible nipple - growing 
after my tweak - she moaned a little, then moved 
forward and straddled me.  The typists chair creaked 
alarmingly so I stood up, kissing her as I did.  She 
clasped her legs round my waist and hung on to my neck.

I 'walked' from my study to the bedroom. It seemed like 
a good idea to be at least a little less uncomfortable.

As we got there she put her feet on the floor, twizzled 
me round and pushed me onto the bed.  She climbed onto 
my chest facing my feet and undid my belt.  Having 
nothing better to do I ran a finger nail down her 
spine.  She shivered delightfully.

She got my trousers undone and always being an obliging 
sort of a guy I raised my butt to let her move them 
down my legs a bit.  To make it easier she put her 
knees either side and raised her own rear off me.

"I love that view."

I ran my finger nail over the rosebud of her bottom, 
revelling in the sight of its contraction and on into 
the blonde fuzz of her nether hair.  She had stopped 
moving while I did this.

She caught her breath - "Don't stop..."

I held the delicious curve of her cheeks with both 
thumbs, fingers round her slender thighs and gently 
eased her back to sit on my face.

She doubled forward to take my hardness in her mouth, 
pressing herself back onto my tongue, now busy trying 
to stem the copious flow of nectar from her sweet, 
sweet centre.

She bounced her lips round the ridge of my shaft, 
attacking me with her tongue at the same time as we 
raced downhill towards the finish.

She squirmed against me in her climax, then slipped a 
wet finger into my rear and stroked it in and out while 
scratching my balls.  I exploded and she drank the lot 
as we slowed to a stop.

As she moved away I gave her rear a parting kiss.

Right way up she snuggled into my side.

"You've been naughty?"

"Mmmm?"

"You said  you've been naughty."

"Oh! Yes!"

She shrugged her shoulder and smiled.

"But I can't remember and it doesn't matter now..."

"Mmmm."

As we dozed in the morning sunshine slanting through 
the window, I agreed.


Sven the Elder stories are archived at:
http://www.storiesonline.net/
(Thanks Laz)
and
http://www.NaughtyWords.com./
e-mail to Sven_the_elder at ntlworld dot com

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