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From: "Luke Gillis" <mementh@home.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} In Memory on Xanthos Pendragon: Anticipation (Not Related) (file 18/18)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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                                Anticipation
                            by Xanthos Pendragon

You're leaning back in your chair, relaxing at the end of a long day.
You're
sitting there naked, your lover very gently caressing your shoulders and
neck
from behind with just his fingertips - barely touching you, causing all the
day's stress to just flow from your body.  You know this game too well; it's
one of his favorites.

He occasionally touches the back of your neck at the hairline; his fingers
flow
around and under the chin then up the sides of your face to your temples.
His
hands turn and reverse the flow back down to you shoulders again.  The
sensations
you feel are beyond anything you had experienced before this lover.  Your
juices
are already flowing, knowing what is to come.

After a few gentle swirls, his hands pass between your breasts without
actually
touching them, only giving you the most feather-soft of touches as they move
down your belly, almost - but not quite - to your trimmed bush, then around
your
navel, your sides, then slowly turning and following their path back up
between
your breasts and to your shoulders again.

Every movement is exquisite torture; ever so close to your breasts and
pussy...
but ever so far.  You want him to touch you there...  No... you *NEED* him
to
touch you there... but you know he won't.  It's all part of his game.  You
also
know he won't let you touch yourself either...  You've been in this game too
many times.

You feel his warm breath whenever he leans close to you; its gentle caress
of
your neck and ears.  The sensations build slowly...  Ever so slowly...

On one of their return trips, his hands ever so softly touch the bottoms of
your
breasts.  If your body wasn't wound up so tight, you would have never
noticed it;
instead, the touches send you right to the edge... but not quite.  Your body
whimpers, begging for the release that could come at any second - or several
minutes from now.

A half-hour after it began, his hands start another pass down your chest,
passing
once again between your breasts without touching... only this time, instead
of
continuing past your breasts, they separate and sweep around the bottoms of
your
breast, caressing them fully; cupping, squeezing, rolling your nipples
between
his thumbs and forefingers...

You hardly notice; your body is wracked by an orgasm so strong that you
almost
pass out.

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~~

Please send your comments to: xanthos@elp.rr.com
http://xanthos.the-wolfpack.org/

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