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From: Desdmona22@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} [VBC] "Bianca Sends a Warning" by Desdmona
Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 08:10:03 -0500
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The following has graphic depictions of sex. Lots of sex. Lots of different 
participants. Proceed with caution. You may find something you like--you may 
not.

My contribution to the Virago Blue Challenge. This submission is probably not 
what was expected when the call went out, but it's what my mind came up with.

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Bianca Sends a Warning
By Desdmona
Copyright 2002




A Few Good Reasons to Share Sexual Fantasies


Hi! My name is Bianca. I'm sorry to send you this chain letter, but I didn't 
want what happened to me to happen to you. Three months ago I received this 
letter for the first time. I thought what you are probably thinking now--it's 
a hoax. So I ignored it. But I found out the hard way--this is for REAL!

Within a month of discarding the letter, I found it harder and harder to 
achieve an orgasm. I became sexually frustrated. By the second month, I quit 
having orgasms all together. I was sexually impotent. And after the third 
month, I was no longer aroused by any means. And believe me, I tried. I was 
completely frigid!

Luckily, someone else had kept the chain alive and eventually the letter made 
its way back to me. I immediately began forwarding it to everyone I knew. By 
the end of the day, I had masturbated six times in my cubicle at work. And 
now I fuck at least twice a day.

So please, do what the letter says. You may not be lucky enough to get a 
second chance.

This chain mail has been alive since 1886, when females decided to claim 
their sexuality for themselves. To keep it going, you must add your sexual 
fantasy to the tenth spot and delete the first one off the list. Then send it 
to as many females as you can. Within three weeks, you'll be acting out that 
fantasy. The more people you send it to, the more fantasies you will 
experience. Chicks in Chain Mail must survive. Your sexual health depends on 
it.

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1) Miranda, 33 Travel Agent

     I want to go somewhere hot: an island with palm trees and slushy 
alcoholic beverages. There, I walk away from the crowded resort to a quiet 
stretch of beach. I feel so daring
in my sexy little bikini - I would never dare to wear such a thing back home! 

     I lie down on my towel and feel the hot sun on my skin. Looking around, 
I make sure I am alone. My heart pounds as I consider the possibility. I 
could be nude. There is no one for hundreds of yards. 
     My fingers trembling, I pull off my top and skim down my panties. I 
quickly lie down on my belly, naked. The sun and heat feels wonderful on my 
skin. I pretend to be nonchalant, but in reality, my body is on fire. 
     And then I hear splashing noises from the calm sea, and I feel a rush in 
my heart. Someone is coming! Someone will see me naked! I am frozen with 
terror and excitement. It's too late to cover up. All I can do is hope they 
will see me and walk quietly by.
     I sense someone approaching, getting very close, and I crane my head 
around. He stands above me. "I didn't know this was a nude beach," he says. 
He is a tall, fit man with a bright smile. "Do you mind if I join you?"
     I feel trapped, I can't say no. My eyes are riveted on him as he lets 
his trunks drop to the sand. His penis is big and very, very hard. He lies 
down next to me, but I can't keep
my eyes off his penis. "Do you mind if I touch it?" I ask him.
     I am soon stroking its length, and he moans. I push him over on his back 
and climb on top of him. His penis prods between my thighs, and I lower 
myself down, feeling it fill me. The smell of coconut, sweat, cunt, and 
sun-baked skin surrounds us.
     In no time at all I am screaming with an orgasm that wracks my whole 
body, and I feel the gush of his cum inside me.
     When we can finally move again, we struggle to our feet and run naked 
into the ocean and wash up. With the salty water stinging our skin, we return 
to our private little spot, rub suntan lotion all over each other's nude 
bodies, and we drift off into a hot, lazy sleep.

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2) Cassandra, 38 Housewife.

     From the very first time I saw Steven Spielberg, I've fantasized about 
having oral sex     with him. I imagine myself spread eagle on the bed--my 
legs as far apart as they will go, my ass resting on a pillow. Steven slowly 
comes into view. He doesn't say a word--he just dives into my sopping pussy. 
He rubs his chin up and down my slit, raking his partially gray beard along 
my tender flesh. I beg him for more, but he takes his time, rubbing slowly, 
until his beard is completely saturated, and my labia are swollen and 
burning. Right when I think I can't take it anymore, he wraps his mouth 
around my clitoris and slurps it between his lips. I grab the back of his 
head and cram his face between my folds. I feel his nose against my cleft, 
his hairy chin scraping at my anus and his teeth nibbling everywhere in 
between. I erupt into orgasm. He lingers there until the last aftershock 
passes, and then he sits up, his beard glistening with my dew, and lisps, 
"I've got an idea for a sequel!"

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3) Mariana, 42 Executive Secretary

     I walk into the room. My boss is sitting in his chair. He doesn't expect 
me. He glances at my full-length raincoat and spiked heels.  He starts to 
speak, but I raise my hand, "No words right now," I tell him. 
     I unloosen the belt on my coat and let it fall open, revealing my black 
bustier, garters, and hose. The garments fit snugly with my full breasts 
rising above the silk. He smiles as the coat falls from my shoulders, landing 
in a puddle at my feet.
     I grab his tie and slowly, without losing eye contact, loosen it, and 
then slip it from around his neck.  I move to the buttons on his shirt, 
undoing the first one. I bend, touch his exposed skin, first with my lips, 
then with my tongue, swirling around. I move to the next button and every 
button after that, leaving a line of saliva down his chest. When I get to the 
last button, I slip the shirt off his shoulders. But instead of taking it 
off, I whip the shirttail around the back of his chair, knotting the hem and 
securing his arms behind him.
     I make eye contact before moving to unclasp his leather belt. His eyes 
widen and sparkle. I allow my hand to rest on his bulge as I unzip his pants. 

      "Ahh, just as I had thought," I say. "Ready and waiting." I briefly cup 
his arousal before removing the last of his clothing. I step back, eye him 
hungrily, and then fall to my knees. I wrap my hand around the lengthening 
shaft. A pearl of precum escapes. Using my finger, I swoop it up, and being 
assured he's watching me, I slip a semen-dipped finger into my mouth. He 
growls and I feel empowered. 
     I lean closer to his erection, lightly blow, and watch his cock twitch. 
I kiss the tip and then tongue the meatus. I open my mouth further and suck 
in the bulbous head. Sucking and sucking, I inch more and more cock into my 
mouth. My saliva lubricates his pole. I can feel the cadence of his heartbeat 
through the thin membrane of skin. He continues to stiffen. I suck in more 
cock until my mouth meets my hand that encircles his shaft, and then I 
release him. Only to do it again. And again. His hips rise. His penis swells 
and teases my throat. I know he's about to explode. I suddenly stop.
     "Now you can talk. Tell me what you want." His eyes are dark. He shakes 
his head, gulping for air, and mumbles, "Please."
     I bend down again, wrapping my mouth around his cock. This time I lunge 
deeply, taking in his full length. I wait until the head of his cock reaches 
my throat and then I swallow, forcing him deeper. I swallow again and again, 
massaging his cock. His penis jerks and expands to its full size. I cup his 
balls, fondling each one. They tighten seconds before shoving his semen up 
and out. Spasm after spasm forces warm, thick liquid down my throat. I 
swallow it all until the last weakened spasm is completed. He continues to 
fight for air with a heavy rise and fall of his chest. 
     When his breathing returns to normal, I stand, and huskily ask, "Am I 
needed for anything else, right now?"

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4) Ursula, 28 Mother

     My baby is nine months old. I quit nursing two weeks ago, but my milk 
hasn't completely dried up. My tits are still round and full and sensitive. 
I've been in the habit of lathering my breasts completely as a hygienic 
measure, but lately I've been lingering over the act. I'm still amazed at 
their firmness. When I'm in the shower and my body is heated from the hot 
water, it's almost as if my breasts swell right before my eyes. Just once I 
want to step from the shower, the steam swirling around, and have my husband 
be there to greet me. I want him to kneel in front of me and nuzzle his face 
in my cleavage. I want him to kiss all around my tit flesh. I want him to 
open his mouth, clamp down on my nipple, and suck. I want him to suck in a 
frenzy. I want my nipples to be branded with his teeth marks. I want him to 
feed on me. I want to be the source of all his nourishment. I want his desire 
for my tits and my milk to consume him.

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5) Julia, 20 Student

     My best friend, Antonio, is gay. I have fantasies about watching Antonio 
with his male lover, Henry. Antonio has olive skin and a hairless chest. He 
has very defined muscles and thick fingers. Henry is only slightly smaller 
and blond. They invite me to dinner. We eat and laugh like always, only when 
dinner is finished and we are cleaning up the dishes, Henry is bent over the 
sink, and Antonio sneaks up behind him, pretending to reach for the dishrag. 
There is a moment of playfulness. Henry wiggles his butt back against 
Antonio. Antonio looks at me, raising his eyebrows in question. I shrug my 
shoulders and then nod.
     Antonio slips his hands into the elastic waistband in the front of 
Henry's sweatpants. Henry quickly looks at me. I smile and give another 
encouraging nod, and Henry closes his eyes. Antonio pushes the front of 
Henry's pants down, and Henry's penis pops out. It is semi-hard. I watch as 
Antonio grabs onto the shaft of Henry's penis and roughly jerks, in an 
up-and-down motion. It immediately becomes rock hard between Antonio's thick 
fingers. 
     Antonio releases Henry's penis, slides Henry's sweatpants down around 
his knees, and then reaches for the dishrag. Without wringing it dry, Antonio 
sloshes it against Henry's naked ass, and water sluices down Henry's crack. 
Henry moans and then slumps forward against the kitchen sink. Antonio unzips 
his jeans and releases his slender but very long penis. He dips the rag into 
the dishwater and then bathes his full erection with the saturated rag.
     Antonio puts his hands on the fleshy part of Henry's ass and then 
spreads his cheeks apart. I hold my breath in anticipation as Antonio steps 
closer to Henry. He doesn't use his hands to guide his penis; he just jabs at 
Henry's opening. Antonio's penis head slips easily through the puckered 
entrance. Antonio lifts his hands from Henry's ass and reaches around Henry's 
waist to once again grab hold of Henry's cock. Henry pushes back against 
Antonio. I watch as Antonio's penis disappears inside of Henry. Antonio 
begins to hump and rub at the same time. Both men are grunting. Within 
seconds, Antonio howls and gives one last hard shove. Henry's penis thickens, 
and then milky strings of semen spurt straight out and hit the sink. 
     I don't watch as Antonio slides out of Henry. I can't watch. I need to 
find the bathroom and relieve the need that watching them has caused in me.

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6) Viola, 44 Court Stenographer
 
     The elevator creaks. The compartment goes black. We jerk to a stop. 
There are five of us. Two women. Three men. One woman gasps aloud, "What's 
happening?" No one responds. The answer is obvious.
     Immediately the air stagnates. The smell of fear fills my nostrils. My 
heart pounds. My breath smacks into close walls. I want to scream.
     A firm hand circles my wrist. I gradually feel calmer. The hand moves up 
my arm. I let it. A whisper, "I want to fuck you." Hot breath seeps over my 
skin. I smell mint. I turn to the face and grapple in the dark. We meet lip 
to lip. A zipper sounds. Hosiery rips. 
     A harrumph from the other woman, "What are you doing over there?" 
Silence.
     I wrap a leg around his waist. He's suddenly inside of me. My vagina 
hugging his shaft. We mate like hungry lovers. Quick. Wet. Hot. The stagnate 
air turns to musk. And then it's over. A muffled, "Thank you." Our bodies 
separate. Time elapses. The elevator jerks. The lights flicker. The doors 
open. Three men. I have no idea which one. I don't care to know.

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7) Audrey, 29 Bank teller

     I have a thing for clowns. I'll follow a clown anywhere. When I was 
seven, Barnum and Bailey came to my hometown in Indiana. I got to sit in the 
front row. One of the clowns kept coming over to me. He gave me a balloon. He 
threw a bucket of confetti on me. He let me toot his horn. Midway through the 
performance, he picked me up and carried me on his shoulders all around the 
Big Top. I can still remember the feel of gloved hands squeezing my thighs 
and his wiry, red wig tickling the outside of my panties when my dress hiked 
up. At the end of the show, he brought me back to my seat and gave me the 
squirting flower that was on his lapel. I kept it. It's been my favorite 
masturbation toy all my life. And now, nothing turns me on more than an 
exaggerated smile, the smell of face paint, or the honk of a good horn. 

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8) Helen, 34 Registered Nurse

     He's an artist. A sketch artist. He's asked me to pose nude for him. I 
can hardly believe he has asked me. It scares me to think about being exposed 
for such a long period of time, but I still agree to do it. I want to do it. 
     I enter wearing a robe and nothing else. His easel is placed several 
feet away from a chair covered in velvet. He directs me to the chair. He 
slips the robe off my shoulders like a lover. I'm aroused all the more 
because of his deliberate attempts not to touch my bare skin. He has me sit 
sideways in the chair-- one hand resting on the back of the chair, one leg 
dangling over the arm of the chair. He tells me to lean back, and my hair 
falls away from my back. He walks to his easel and stares at me for long 
minutes before placing his charcoal to paper. 
     He's naked from the waist up. The bunching of muscle in his forearm 
mesmerizes me as he makes long, flourishing strokes. My nipples harden with 
excitement. He doesn't seem to notice. He works furiously, eyes focused on 
me, eyes focused on his canvas. The air begins to sizzle with the sound of 
charcoal scraping paper. The time passes all too quickly. 
     He comes to me with blackened fingertips and helps me into my robe. 
There will be another sitting. And another.
      It isn't until I see the finished product, weeks later, hanging in the 
gallery that I understand how beautiful he thinks I am, or how beautiful he 
makes me feel. 

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9) Eleanor, 40 Police Officer

My favorite fantasy involves handcuffs, leg shackles, my bulletproof vest, my 
gun, and one of my collars from the day. Instead of taking him to the 
precinct and booking him, I take him to a private setting. I make him strip, 
handcuff him to the bed, and then secure his legs in the shackles. I leave 
him for several hours. 
When I finally walk into the room, I'm dressed in my bulletproof vest, 
three-inch heels and nothing else. I run the barrel of my gun along his naked 
flesh. He doesn't know it's unloaded, and he pleads with me to stop.

"Please, Ma'am, please don't hurt me."

"Shut up, thug!" I say as I point my gun at his crotch.

He whimpers. I step up onto the mattress and then onto his chest, digging a 
stiletto into his nipple. He howls in pain, but his prick springs up. I dig 
my heel a little deeper and open my legs to give him a clear view of my 
shaved pussy.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" he stutters.

"I told you to be quiet, thug!"

I turn around and squat, straddling his chest. I rub my pussy against his 
enflamed nipples. Using the barrel of the gun again, I massage his extending 
cock.

"I'm going to put your cock into my cunt, thug. Make sure it's worthy!"

"Please, I don't know what you mean."

"Figure it out!"

Every time I touch his shaft with the gun, his cock lurches. I get tired of 
waiting. I move down over his crotch and shove the tip of my gun into his 
testicles. His cock juts straight up.  I lower my pussy onto his rigid shaft. 
He fills me adequately, and I ride him hard. I press the gun even harder into 
his balls.

"Ohh, god!" His hands rattle the handcuffs, trying to free himself. The leg 
shackles hold him in place.

I slide the gun from his testicles up to my clitoris. The tip is steely hard, 
but warm. The thug thrusts his hips up, getting into a rhythm. He explodes 
inside of me and his thick, white come seeps out. I swirl the tip of the gun 
in his gooey come and slide it over my clit. I tense in a thunderous climax.

I may just keep this thug a little longer than the others.

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10) YOUR FANTASY GOES HERE





The End
There's extra points to those that figure out the commonality of the women's 
names.
     

                                                                              
                                                                              


     

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