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From: el_gat09@hotmail.com (El Gato)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Swingtime (M/F, Rom, lgt bnd) by El Gato
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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Content Warning: The following is a work of fiction, 
and contains mature subject matter; and graphic 
descriptions of people engaged in sexual acts.  If this 
bothers you or if it is illegal to possess such 
material in your locality please delete this file now.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity to any 
person(s) living or dead is pure coincidence.  Under no 
circumstances should this material be deemed suitable 
for minors.

Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2001 el_gat09@hotmail.com


Distribution Rights: May be distributed freely at the 
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The author desires honest feedback, suggestions, or 
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Swingtime
By El Gato
M/F, Rom, lgt bnd

She was in the mood for a little fun. It all started 
because she was cleaning the closet. Doing a little 
reorganizing before spring-cleaning. The swing had been 
neatly put away on the top shelf, usually out of her 
reach, but today she was using her step stool to reach 
everywhere.

She had moved it to the side, then moved some winter 
clothes up out of the way to make room for the summer 
things still stored away in boxes. Every time she 
stepped up to put another item on the shelf, it kept 
drawing her eyes. Laying on the shelf, it looked like a 
pile of heavy packing straps attached to a flat bar, 
but she could envision it hanging from the heavy hook 
her husband had installed in the bedroom ceiling. 
Hanging, with her in it, her husband feasting upon her. 
On her last trip, she pulled it off the shelf, and took 
it to the bedroom.

An hour before he was due home, she called him at work. 
"How's your day?"

She could hear papers shuffling in the background. 
"Hectic. Stressful. Just a typical day with another 
deadline to meet. How about you?"

"My day was wonderful." She let her voice drop in 
pitch, becoming throaty. "When you come home, I'll have 
just what you need to relax from a stressful day. I'll 
be waiting for you." The papers stopped shuffling.

He chuckled low in his throat. "Now I'm going to have a 
hard time concentrating."

"I hope that's not *all* that's hard." She teased.

"I'll save it just for you, my little minx. Be home 
soon, Bye."

After she said goodbye, she went to the bedroom and 
suspended the swing from its hook, leaving a chair in 
front of it. She then took a warm bath, adding some 
herbal beads that would leave her painted in their 
faint scent. With only a few minutes before he was due 
home, she climbed into the swing, taking four scarves 
with her. She used two to tie her feet in the stirrups, 
and then tied the others on her wrists. After feeding 
the loose ends through the eyehooks on the bar, she 
grasped them in her hands, giving the illusion of being 
bound and helpless, suspended for his use and pleasure. 

She thought of the lewd display she made, her legs 
spread wide in the stirrups, and her sex creamed as she 
thought of his reaction when he saw her. She didn't 
have long to wait.

He walked through the door, and gazed lustfully at her 
splendor. "Welcome home, sweetheart. See anything you 
like?"

His answer was a wicked grin as he removed his clothes 
and tossed them haphazardly on the bed. He moved his 
hardness against her mons as he leaned forward to kiss 
her, his erection rubbing against her excited clit. His 
kisses moved lower, then he was suckling her breasts as 
his hands explored further. She was getting wetter, his 
touch energizing her further, causing her to squirm 
with her excitement.

He kissed across her belly to the top of her mons, and 
sat down in the chair in front of her. "Mmmm. You smell 
wonderful, and look positively good enough to eat."

"Just for you, love." She breathed, her body twitching 
as he licked her labia from bottom to top, flicking her 
pearl as he passed over it.

His hands massaged her soft breasts as he feasted upon 
her sweet pussy, and she moaned her appreciation. Her 
body twisted and writhed as he brought her to orgasm, 
he blew gently on her pussy as she calmed slightly; and 
then bent to his task yet again.

Finally, she could take no more. "Please, I want you in 
me!" She begged.

He rose slowly, kissing his way higher, pausing to suck 
on a hard nipple. He entered her dripping pussy in one 
thrust, causing them both to moan. His hands grasped 
her thighs as he moved the swing back and forth as he 
thrust within her. He liked the swing; standing up 
helped him to control the pace so he could last longer. 
But as excited as he was, he knew he wouldn't last long 
this time. He changed angle to rub against that spot 
inside her that she liked so much. He thrust harder, 
faster, and she threw her head back, voicing her 
pleasure to the world. He moved forward, deep within 
her, joining her in orgasm.

He leaned forward across her body, giving her a gentle 
hug and kiss. She released the scarves, and softly 
caressed his back.

"That was a wonderful welcome home, sweetheart." He 
kissed her once, again.

"Yes, it was very wonderful." She gave him a quick 
peck, back. "Next time, I get to have *you* tied in the 
swing, though."

He smiled, thinking of how much fun it could be. 
"You've got a deal."

Finis


Please send any comments, constructive criticism, 
and/or suggestions to El Gato 
at: el_gat09@hotmail.com.

Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to 
format your hard drive.

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