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From: "Sexy Aia" <sexyaia@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Domenic (MF)
Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 21:10:02 -0400
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Domenic

By Aia..email all comments to webmistress@aiasden.com or SexyAia@hotmail.com

She thought back to that day, which now seemed like decades ago; in a few 
weeks she`d sadly forget what his handsome face looked like, it`d been so 
long. God, how she hated the effect he had on her, and she'd tried so hard 
to fight it. She didn`t want this now. She wanted to be clearheaded, 
independent, focused; the way he looked at her made her feel weak with 
desire, scatterbrained, lustful, confused and girlish- a virtual mental 
shutdown. God how she hated it...she hated him for what he made her feel, 
but loved him for the vulnerable part of her that he brought into the open. 
Where would it lead? Could it even work out? Wasn't he too mature for her? 
Too smart for her? Too successful for her? He was everything she wanted to 
be herself someday, and Aia was in awe of him; she couldn't bring herself to 
believe that he could really be interested. The idea that the feelings could 
be mutual seemed laughable.

Aia thought about their time together often. How excited she'd been when she 
realized the feelings of attraction were returned, yet how angry at herself 
she'd been for giving in to temptation and girlish fantasy, how helpless 
she'd felt when Domenic looked into her eyes, seemingly exploring every 
corner of her existence through them, exposing her secrets and insecurities, 
the thrill she felt when she gave herself to him, when she'd finally 
demonstrated for him in no uncertain terms how she felt. And the electricity 
she felt course through her when he touched her; she hadn't felt that rush 
since she'd been kissed by her first high school crush in a stairwell after 
school. It never occurred to her that she'd feel that way from a mere touch; 
no one else had given her that "new" feeling in years, but he managed 
somehow to bring her to that peak of emotion, and she felt like she couldn't 
turn back, even though at this point that's all she desperately wanted to do 
if being with him, however casual or serious the relationship would be, 
wasn`t a reality.

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She looked up at his face in the faint flicker of the candlelight, the only 
light source, several feet away, in his cozy studio apartment. It was sheer 
physical perfection, with dark piercing eyes, and breathtaking bone 
structure. It made her weak to think that at least for the moment, she was 
his. He didn't seem conscious of the fact that he owned her; that for her, 
up until this point, there was no one else who could make her give of 
herself so completely, so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically, with so 
little struggle. She was his, mentally, emotionally and physically, and she 
wanted it no other way, and from no one else.

Domenic was her ideal.

She felt his strong hands at the back of her head, guiding her face, 
bringing her lips closer and closer to where he wanted them, as she reveled 
in the complete ecstasy of submitting to him. Her thick lips parted and her 
tongue licked the droplets of pre-cum from the hard helmet that he held in 
front of her, and Aia spread it, slowly with her tongue, all around the 
head.

He tasted like heaven.

He sat at the edge of the bed, legs spread on each side of her body, which 
was positioned on all fours as if she were his pet. He held her dark curly 
hair back so that he could look into her eyes as she sucked the pre-cum from 
his tip and then ran her hot, wet, expectant mouth over the length of his 
dick, sucking on it, licking it, taking all of it in, as he let out a 
guttural moan. She licked and kissed her way around the head, flicking the 
underside gently with her tongue. Aia slid her mouth up and down slowly over 
the first few inches for a bit, stroking the remainder with both hands, up 
and down, feeling his tension build. She moved further down, filling her 
mouth with his balls. Sucking on them gently, loving the shape and texture 
as she rolled one and then the other with her tongue, God she loved how he 
smelled down there! Continuing to play with his balls between her small 
fingers, Aia made her way back up to his hard, thick shaft, lightly licking 
at the underside again, then drawing her lips tightly around it to increase 
his pleasure, sucking and moaning from the thrill it gave her to satisfy her 
lover. Pulling lightly, sucking, up and down, up and down between her hot, 
wet lips and tongue for what seemed like an eternity, until he could no 
longer hold back. Like an explosion, several shots and then a small stream 
to the back of her throat, that she quickly swallowed as though she hadn't 
eaten for days...craving more, and toying with the selfish thought that at 
this exact moment, she was the only woman alive enjoying his taste . She 
relished the idea, licking her full lips.

Her head remained on his lap, his semi-flaccid member laying next to her 
cheek as he spoke to her. In that deep, commanding voice that she depended 
on for warmth, for discipline, for direction, for guidance, and for 
understanding. That voice that helped her to wake in the morning and that 
lulled her to sleep at night. That voice that could get her to do anything 
it wanted with no argument. She cherished it...she needed it. "Strip..." It 
was a whispered statement, not quite an order, but they both knew that she 
would do whatever he wanted.

They had entered his apartment in a hormonal whirlwind , touching, rubbing 
kissing and groping blindly, making their way towards the bed, Domenic only 
making his way up briefly to light the candle for atmosphere. So she'd 
gotten on her knees fully dressed, eager to taste him, to pleasure him, as 
he unzipped his pants and pulled his hardness out.

But now he was ready for her to undress, and she craved to be naked and 
vulnerable in front of him more than anything else at this point; she felt 
an overwhelming desire for his touch on her longing, naked flesh over every 
square inch of her body...God, it had been so long, too long, since she last 
felt his hands caressing her bare, yearning skin. She was on her knees as 
she looked him steadily in the eye, mildly self-conscious, as his intense 
gaze always rendered her, and slowly unbuttoned her tight, belly-baring 
black cardigan, one button at a time, letting it fall to the floor at 
Domenic's feet. She was already braless, and he reached for her small perky 
breasts, sucking one, then the other in his mouth, flicking his tongue 
firmly and slowly over each nipple as she gasped, running her fingers 
through his short dark hair. She then slowly stood and removed her shoes and 
tight form-fitting jeans, allowing Domenic the pleasure of pulling down her 
black thong underwear with his teeth, stopping along the way between her 
pussy and her toes to kiss, lick and suck up and down her dancer's legs.

As she stood there, naked before him, her smooth, flat stomach at eye level 
with his face, he looked up at her.

"Tell me what you want," he spoke, in that firm voice she loved, never 
dropping his gaze.

"You know what I want," she answered breathlessly, almost nervously, brown 
eyes wide, watery and glistening with anticipation and desire.

"Ask for it. Ask me for exactly what you want."

She gazed back at him uncertainly for a minute, shifting her weight from one 
foot to the other. She slowly, sexily, got back down on all fours and looked 
up at him hesitantly in the eye, as he still sat there, fully clothed and 
smiling slyly.

"Fuck me Domenic," she pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. "...please..."

He began running his hands back and forth along her back, taking time to 
massage her ass a little, then running his hands back up again. There was 
silence for what seemed like a minute, when Aia added, in a firmer voice 
"from the back."

He pulled her onto the bed, and began kissing her fiercely, holding her 
tightly against the mattress with his body, running his right hand over her 
naked, warm skin. She kissed back, and their tongues danced over one 
another, tugging, licking, sucking at each other's mouths. He got up and 
removed his clothing quickly, then got back on the bed, as Aia positioned 
herself to be taken from behind.

Before entering her, Domenic ran his hardness up and down her slit from 
behind until she began to moan and rub herself against his large cock. He 
felt an overwhelming need to just plunge into her, to feel her heat surround 
him immediately, and he thrust himself in, feeling her tightness envelope 
him like a vice.

"God, Aia, you have such a tight little pussy, I love it!" he exclaimed, 
holding tightly to her tiny waist, while pumping her with firm even 
strokes...he loved watching her tight, round ass shake as he fucked her from 
this angle.

"Maybe you're just bigger than most...it's a good thing you make me so wet 
... I'd be sore for weeks if you didn`t get me so aroused," she half-joked. 
She was always a little sore after being with him, but she loved having him 
inside of her, and if she had to suffer a little after having his huge cock 
fill her in a way she couldn't stop dreaming about, then she was willing to 
do so.

As he fucked her longer, he wrapped his arms completely around her waist, so 
that she could feel his firm chest against her back, while his hands pressed 
against her stomach.

He slowly began running his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching the 
nipples lightly, which elicited moans of pleasure from her. As Domenic 
rammed into her at a slow even pace from behind, pushing his cock all the 
way to the hilt, then erotically grinding against her and pulling out slowly 
so that only the tip of his throbbing head was left in her, then ramming it 
right back in, Aia bucked against him at the same slow, sexy pace. He put 
his hands back around her small waist, and continued the steady fucking; Aia 
felt herself lose touch with everything around her. All she could feel at 
this moment, all that she could focus on, was this unbelievably erotic 
sensation of her tight hole being spread wider than it had ever been, and 
the thrusting, the heavenly, arousing friction created inside of her as 
Domenic thrust in and out of her tight canal, which seemed to cling to his 
every motion. She heard or saw or thought about nothing else, except the 
unbelievable pleasure enhanced by the slight pain, as he fucked her again 
and again.

She was still in this semi-conscious state between earth and ecstasy when 
she came. It started quietly, she felt it build slowly in her depth, then 
suddenly wash over her like warm waves from a hot ocean, coursing through 
her body, in her veins, through each minute nerve, from her tight pussy to 
the tips of her toes, fingers, the outer rims of her ears. Everywhere, that 
was all she could feel for that moment, and was oblivious to the fact that 
as she weakly called out his name over and over, Domenic was essentially 
holding her up from collapse, as he continued to fuck her thoroughly, faster 
and harder as his own release grew imminent.

She felt his thrusting grow faster, harder, more urgent, as his grip on her 
waist tightened. His breath grew ragged, and his groans increased in volume, 
as he called her name, supporting her completely spent, tiny frame with his 
strong arms. With three final thrusts, his load shot into her waiting pussy, 
dripping down her legs as she began to grind against him again, trying to 
squeeze every last drop out of his beloved cock.

When Domenic let her waist go, Aia collapsed to the bed. Being with him 
always left her completely spent; the emotional high, the physical ecstasy 
and the mental submission all drove her completely wild, and she hated not 
having him all to herself, but knew she probably couldn't handle him full 
time anyway, though that was all she could think about. He collapsed next to 
her, and held her, nuzzling his face in the right side of her neck, kissing 
it softly. They were silent, and she turned to face him, looking into his 
eyes for a bit, then laying her head on his smooth, muscular chest.

The room was so warm, and she loved being next to him like this. It made her 
feel safe. She doubted that he knew how much he comforted her, how much she 
loved the way that he made her forget about the hardship in her life. None 
of that mattered when she was with him, and afterwards, just thinking about 
him, she always felt ready to conquer the world. He was oblivious to it, and 
she'd never tell him for fear that it would ruin the special feeling. God, 
she loved how he made her feel. It felt so right.

As she lay there on the edge of sleep, she tried to relish being warm in his 
arms while it lasted, as she knew that the harsh light of day would separate 
them, bringing back the hateful reality of her weariness, frustration and 
yearning at being denied what only he seemed capable of giving her at this 
point, and the reality of his commitment, that would prevent her from ever 
really being a part of his life. But as she drifted off, she took comfort 
knowing that he was the first man who'd ever owned her in this way, and at 
least she now knew what she was looking for.


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