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From: "Earth Holder" <earth_holder@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Chat Fantasy  (MF, slow, sensual)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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    STANDARD DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY.
  ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 SHOULD NOT READ THIS.  SHOO!
  GET THE LATEST K-MART FLYER AND LOOK AT THE UNDERWEAR ADS!

  Second disclaimer:  This is a rather gentle piece of con-sensual
  writing; if you are looking for raunch, you won't find it here.

  This is a first story, based upon experience and
  imagination.

  Constructive e-mailed comments would be welcome.
  Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.

earth_holder@hotmail.com

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  Chat Fantasy  (MF, slow, sensual)


The lights are off. I am wearing a man's shirt and panties, having a last 
look at the Chat before I go to bed. I sit at my keyboard, watching the 
Who's Here, when a talk window opens with the handle "Long Distance", and 
the message: "I can touch you."

I type back: "Yeah, sure you can! Go ahead." And I do a quick find and 
profile on this guy, and it comes up blank! "Now how did he do that? "What's 
this fellow up to?" I wonder, and as I lean back in my chair I see his 
return message: "Don't turn around."

Just then I feel a hand on the back of my neck! I jump, and whip my head 
around, but nobody's there! When I turn back to the screen, I see another of 
his messages: "I said, 'Don't turn around!'"

All of my muscles tense, waiting. Then I feel the hand on the back of my 
neck again. It is a gentle, strong hand, and when it caresses my neck and 
sweeps my hair to the side, I cannot help but turn around again. No one! I 
really can't believe this, so I type: "What are you doing?"

The screen shows a smiley: ;-})> and then the message: "Just relax and 
enjoy!" I am really a little scared, but also curious and a little aroused, 
and my neck tingles from where I felt the hand, so I lean back into the 
chair and close my eyes.

Almost at once, I feel the hand on my neck again, sweeping away my hair, and 
a definite kiss is planted on my neck, and I think I can feel a moustache 
and beard! Little shivers start up and down my spine. The hand gently 
massages my neck, and I begin to relax a little, until I feel the first 
button on my shirt undo!

I look down sharply, in time to see another one undo! I'm not sure I like 
this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the hand on my neck 
feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand stroke my forehead, and then 
my eyebrows, and then my eyelids, and I feel a sense of warmth and 
well-being, and I keep my eyes closed.

The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel a finger stroke 
along my lips.  With each stroke, a little arrow of sensation darts from my 
chest into my belly. I think: "I don't care that it's weird, it feels really 
good!", and I open my eyes for a moment, and see the message in the talk 
window: "It only gets better!"

I feel the hands caressing my chin and neck, and I close my eyes again, 
leaning back in the chair.  The hands stroke down my neck, getting closer to 
my breasts.  I can feel the fabric of the shirt slip back and forth over the 
tips of my nipples with the stroking, and they come erect. I shift in the 
chair without thinking, my thighs parting slightly to ease an almost 
unconsciously-felt pressure.

Now the hands are caressing the curve of my breasts, with fingertips 
slipping under their weight, to slide along the sensitive crease where they 
join my chest, and when the thumbs stroke over my nipples for the first 
time, my breath comes in sharply, and I feel another arrow of sensation 
shooting from my nipples into my belly.  I don't mean to, but I open my eyes 
and turn my head, and the feeling of the hands disappears instantly!  I lean 
forward quickly, and type: "I'm sorry, please come back!" The message 
returns: "Close your eyes and lean back."  And I do.

Almost instantly the hands are back, undoing the rest of the shirt buttons. 
I lean my head back, and then I feel little hairs tickle my breasts, and 
then a light pressure and warmth, and then I feel a warm kiss on my lips. I 
can't stop myself, and I raise a hand to feel if someone is really there, 
and for an instant, I think I feel skin, but then it is gone.  I drop my 
hand.

Now there is the sensation of lips nibbling at my neck, kissing their way 
down to my breasts. The blood rushes into my head, and I feel my scalp 
tingle, and a pressure in my cheeks. Then the lips gently close over a 
nipple, and tug on it, pulling it up from my breast. My whole body gives a 
little jerk, as the sensation of a tongue moves back and forth over the 
nipple, and a feeling of suction pulls my whole nipple into this unseen 
mouth. I squeeze my eyes closed, and just give into the sensations. At the 
same time as the mouth is loving one nipple, a hand is pinching the other 
between index and middle finger with rhythmic squeezes, thumb stroking 
across nipple over and over.  The rhythm of the mouth and the fingers sends 
a continuous stream of sensation through my body, and I feel small 
contractions happening between my thighs, and a fluttery quiver in my belly.

The mouth begins over again with my other nipple, and I feel a hand giving 
the abandoned nipple a slide-y caress in the moisture left by his mouth. Now 
I feel a hand starting to stroke down my belly, not in a hurry at all, just 
feeling the skin and caressing lower every time. I open my eyes again, and 
it all disappears, except for my arousal.  I lift my bottom, and take off my 
panties, throwing them at random.  Then I sit back in the chair again, 
deliberately lifting my pelvis and separating my thighs. I lean back, close 
my eyes, and wait.

What I suddenly feel is the heat and touch of a torso against my breasts and 
belly, and simultaneously with a deep kiss, I feel the touch and pressure of 
an erection against my moist furriness.  My whole body contracts with the 
sensation, and I involuntarily lift my arms again in order to hug this 
person.  This time, as my arms wrap around the feeling of a body, his arms 
also slip between my back and the chair, to hug me as well.  I decide to 
open my eyes NOW, but I CAN'T OPEN THEM!  It's as if they were glued shut. 
The mouth kisses it's way up to my eyes, and kisses my eyelids, teasing them 
gently with the tip of the tongue.  My being scared fades off in the nice 
feel of this body holding me, and the warm skin under my hands and arms, 
against my belly and thighs.  I feel that it's alright, and I relax again, 
except for a delicious feeling of pressure and
tightness where his erection is hard against my wetness.

Now I feel his mouth glide down, kissing its way to my breasts again. My 
nipples crinkle in anticipation, and then I give myself up completely to the 
glorious sensation as he loves my nipples again with his mouth and fingers.  
As his other hand slips down between his body and mine, I press my fingers 
into his back, sliding one hand down his back to feel his muscular bottom, 
and the other up to his head, to pull it in closer as he creates sharp 
sensations in my nipples and belly.

As I feel his hand caressing my belly lower and lower, I bring my legs up 
higher, separating them widely to give him access. But to my surprise, he 
doesn't immediately touch me at my core.  Instead, he strokes his hand down 
one side of my vulva, fingertips feeling and caressing the hair and skin, 
stroking my inner thigh.  Then he glides his hand back up, and I hold my 
breath in anticipation, but once again, he just strokes down the other side 
of my outer lips to my thigh.  Then, with the pressure of his hand against 
my outer lips, I become aware of how swollen I have become, and enjoy the 
sensation of the pressure on first one side and then the other as he repeats 
the caress.  Finally, he cups me in his hand, his fingertips just barely 
touching and tickling at the entrance between my swollen lips, where I can 
feel my wetness, and knowing that he can feel it too.

He moves his fingers more and more in my wetness, still cupping me, the top 
of his palm pressing against my clitoris with little rhythmic pulses. Then 
with his fingertips wet, he draws them up and down, sliding along the inside 
of my inner lips, caressing them, stroking them, and then he inserts the 
tips between my inner and outer lips, shocking me with the incredible 
sensitivity there.  My thighs begin to quiver, and there is an intense 
flutter beginning deep inside me.

Now he moves his hand, and I feel him grasp my inner lips just where they 
meet over my clit, and he begins to *tug* down on them quickly, over and 
over.  Every time he *tugs* down on them, they slide over my clit, and I 
feel the pressure of my blood and my heat and wetness increase, and my 
breath moans with each exhalation.  He places a finger on my swollen clit, 
and now as he tugs on my lips, he taps his finger lightly on my clit at the 
same time.  Every tap sends daggers of electricity all though my body, into 
my ears, into my nipples, into my womb, into my heated, swollen sheath, 
where erratic involuntary spasms are beginning.

When he moves his mouth from my nipples up to my mouth, I kiss him 
passionately, and he slowly presses his fingers just into my slippery 
entrance. The muscles of my belly contract involuntarily, bringing my pelvis 
up, forcing his fingertips to slip past the ring of muscle into me.  He wets 
his thumb, and begins making circles with it on the tip of my clit, as he 
strokes his fingers strongly in and out of me.

I feel his little finger slide wetly down to my anus, and now with every 
stroke of his fingers inside my sheath, I feel his finger advancing, 
pushing, sliding into my ass further and further.  Finally, his fingers are 
deeply embedded inside me front and back.  Holding them pressed into me, 
thumb on my clit, he *SHAKES* his hand with a large, sharp movement, 
stretching and moving me, my ass, my cunt, my clit, my womb. He does this 
*SHAKE* over and over, and each time my muscles spasm on his fingers and 
hand, and each time I scream into his mouth from the rush and fullness of 
sensation.

Then he takes his hand away, sliding his fingers out of me, slowly, slowly, 
abandoning my yearning.  But I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and I 
draw in my breath, waiting for him to fill me up.  But he teases me, 
pressing in until it is just beginning to open the ring of muscle, and then 
drawing back a little.  Finally, he presses in slowly, and I feel the ring 
expand and open and slide over the head.  We both catch our breath in that 
moment, our expanding chests squeezing my breasts between us.  He presses 
forward, gliding all the way into me, and I feel as if he is filling me 
completely.

When he is in me as far as I think he can go, he hugs me very strongly with 
his arms, and pressing hard against me with all of his weight, forces 
himself even more deeply inside my body than I could every have imagined 
possible.  My muscles contract in abrupt, uneven spasms again and again, and 
I feel the thickness of him inside my cunt as I spasm, my muscle trying to 
close on him, and I know that he can feel it happen. It makes me smile as I 
kiss him deeply.

He starts a strong, pulsing rhythm, like the ocean waves, washing up  
against me with each in-stroke, ebbing with each out-stroke.  I move in 
concert with him, my voice and my breath singing my arousal and joy in his 
ear with each gasp for air and each moan.  My sensation moves higher and 
higher, and I suddenly convulse in a rolling, rushing, thunder of climaxes, 
sometimes rising and falling, sometimes jumping from peak to peak, sometimes 
soaring higher and higher until I cannot breath, and then breaking away back 
to deep spasms that shake my body like a hurricane.  I feel him thrust 
himself completely, deeply into me again, and I hear his voice and breath in 
my ear crying out his climax.  As he gasps and moans, I can feel him pulse 
against my cervix, and feel a deep heat spreading from him into me.  This 
pushes me into another series of climaxes, each spasm provoked by each of 
his pulses against my cervix.

The two of us continue to hold each other closely, heads pressed tightly 
together, jaw to jaw, enjoying all of the sensations:  the feeling of great 
heat in my sheath, the slow relaxation of muscles, the little aftershock 
spasms -- both his and mine -- the slow subsiding of the swelling of 
breasts, vulva, lips.  My scalp itches, and when I bring my arms up to 
scratch, he loves my breasts with his lips and tongue, still pressed deeply 
into my body and being.  Then we hug each other again, smelling ourselves, 
smiling in pleasure and release.

Suddenly, I wake up!  I am in my chair, naked.  The screen on the computer 
is dark.  I am startled and think: "Was it all a dream?"  I get up, and feel 
the wetness where I have been oozing onto the chair seat.  I stagger over to 
my bed, slip under the covers, and fall asleep.
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