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From: "Father Ignatius" <FatherIgnatius@ANTISPAMhotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Lingerie" (MF rom) by Father Ignatius and Selena Jardine
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 03:10:03 -0400
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Lingerie
An Instant Messenger Chat
Father Ignatius and Selena Jardine
(C) 2002

A Summer Solstice Rom Festival Story Game entry

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Lisa: Hi.  You there?

Mark: Good morning.  How you?

Lisa: Fine, thanks.  Eagerly waiting for Sheila to wake up and come on-line.
Went lingerie shopping yesterday.  Feel profoundly you would not be
interested.

Mark: [interested] Are you wearing said lingerie even as we speak?

Lisa: No!

Mark: [Even more interested] Are you *not* wearing said lingerie even as we
speak?

Lisa: I am wearing the World's Cutest Pajamas.  But focus.  Topic under
discussion: "Lingerie: Is It Worth It?"

Mark: Yes.  Brown stripes and creased skirts inadvertently clamped between
buttocks most unappealing.

Lisa: *sigh* Duly noted on clipboard, thank you.

Mark: Also, there are times when a girl needs more between her and the
outside world than a single layer of fabric.

Lisa: Amen.

Mark: And I'm not just talking [gulp] menstruation here.

Lisa: Nor I.

Mark: I take "lingerie" to imply sexy.  Otherwise it's just underwear.

Lisa: Right.  I was thinking of Lingerie.  With a capital L and a capital
investment.

Mark: Here is your way forward, however.  Lingerie visible beneath
insubstantial clothing is wildly more erotic than absence of lingerie.

Lisa: Ahh.  [intrigued]  What sort?  Lacy?  Mega-Victorian?  Leather?

Mark: Speaking for myself (and, as a male, It's Always About Me), leather
underwear does not do it for me.  I think "Ewwww" and ponder puddling bodily
emissions.

Mark: Leather jackets, pants, skirts, if well cut, yes.

Lisa: Check.

Mark: "Done well" excludes too short for the thickness of the leather.
Gotta have line and flow.  Bright colors are out.  Black best, as usual.

Lisa: Leather bustiers, lace-up, when found, make a note of?

Mark: Mega-Victorian also does not (in general) do it for me, personally.
Maybe I'm getting old.  A corseted lover, yes, wearing nothing else than
high heels.  But not for ogling in the workplace.

Lisa: Ah, see, now, there you are.  Doesn't do it for me, either.  This may
be not age but taste and decency.

Mark: By a commanding lead, my favorite is insubstantial and lacy, visible
through sheer blouses, and panty-lines (of non-Bridget Jones type).

Mark: To rub the thumbs on the nipples through the bra.

Mark: To see the flattened pubic hair through the panties.

Mark: Ah, yes.

Mark: Excuse me, I must adjust myself here.

Mark: See?

Lisa: So is it "Lovely Take It Off Now" or "Leave It On While We Fuck"?

Mark: The corset is "Leave It On While We Fuck."  But only worn in
situations where we don't go out on date first.

Lisa: And that's only occasional, and rather adventurous.  Yes.

Mark: Lacy underwear is slowly, slowly discarded until all gone.  But body
must ache for discarding first.

Mark: Absolute best is when she starts discarding impatiently and you insist
on making her wait until you're good and ready to do it yourself.

Lisa: Wow, you _do_ actually know the rules!

Mark: You are surprised?  I am surprised!

Lisa: I am surprised [she said, bowing her head to hide the blush].

Mark: You thought I was raised by wolves?

Lisa: Heavens, no.  Not raised by wolves.  Just... perhaps unacquainted with
the rules for discarding lingerie very slowly.

Mark: But we have laid this to rest now?

Lisa: Pardon me a moment.  *swoon*  Thank you.

Mark: Which brings us to the half-inch paintbrush and the little finger bowl
of sweet sherry.

Lisa: Wait, wait, this isn't lingerie.  Go on.

Mark: BTW, I was watching ducks mate as I breakfasted the other day.  Baby,
that's rape.

Lisa: Heavens.  Back to the sherry, though.  Focus, kid.

Mark: One paints sherry onto the lips, and kisses it off.

Mark: Especially the corner of the mouth, to get giggly.  We want to be
relaxed.

Lisa: But... but...  I thought no one did that any more.  Laughing is Out.

Mark: Giggly and friendly.  This "Great Lovers through the Ages" stuff is
not for me.  I like to fuck friendly and relaxed.

Lisa: OK.  Noted.  [Wonderingly.]

Mark: Then the neck.  Start off schnuffly, to make it ticklish.

Mark: Giggling is key.  Men like to know when/if woman happy.  Fuck this
subtle, obscure body-language stuff.  It's a mystery.

Lisa: Receive as well as give?

Mark: Um.  Only one paintbrush and _I'm_ driving it.

Lisa: OK

Mark: Then give the neck a break by switching to long, swiping licks to get
sherry off again.

Mark: Culminating at ear lobe, where sucking and nibbling recommended.

Mark: If you do this too soon, you've blown it.

Lisa: More giggling.

Mark: Sighing, mostly.  How To Tell When A Woman Is Aroused: lobe sucking
moves matters on.

Mark: All my women (quoth he grandiloquently) are instructed in advance by
SMS to remove their earrings.

Lisa: God Almighty.  I had no idea you had this in you.  I *should* have
known, though.

Mark: The next bit is free-style, but munching sherry off the belly works
well.

Lisa: I bet.

Mark: This is good because it's a non-verbal way of saying, "I've seen how
big your stomach is, and I'm not turned off by it."

Lisa: That is Very Good.  From a female POV, allow me to reinforce this.

Mark: The woman is not yet born who is cool about her stomach.

Lisa: Amen.

Mark: Is major hindrance in getting the fucking woman, if you get my drift,
to fucking relax, already.

Lisa: I know [she said, bowing head to hide the blush].

Mark: The coda on this movement is tonguing pools of sherry out of navel.

Lisa: More giggling.  Relaxed.

Mark: Moves us on, more relaxed, more giggling.

Mark: Snap.

Mark: We move from the lower belly to the crease between upper thigh and
pelvis.

Mark: Don't stint with sherry at this point.

Mark: Long, swiping strokes.

Mark: Longer and longer, by gradual degrees towards You Know Where.

Mark: Do not (not) rush this.

Lisa: Giggling at this point has probably decreased or you may have a
problem, Houston.

Mark: At this point, all giggling has ceased.  It was a means, not an end.

Lisa: Not rushing is key.  It seems to me that everyone rushes.

Mark: You have to have her wanting you to go faster than you're going.

Lisa: QED.

Mark: At this point, I want to start hot exhalations into the pubic hair.

Lisa: Breath is good.

Mark: Build up for this by puffing quick little puffs around navel and
moving towards target area.

Mark: So she knows what you're doing.  No sudden pouncing.

Lisa: Right.  Startlement is bad.

Mark: Mouthing/lipping of pubic hair.  We want her at the "Get the fuck on
with it" stage.

Lisa: [I didn't think anyone did things slowly any more, thinks Lisa
dreamily.  Let alone this slowly.  My God.]

Mark: At this point, she expects you to graduate to painting the clitoris.

Mark: Do Not Do This.

Mark: She is wondering if the sherry will sting.

Lisa: Will it? Sting?

Mark: We're coming to that.

Lisa: Rrrrr!

Mark: Instead, kiss, starting in gentlemanly manner, as to aunt's cheek.

Mark: Get steadily more forthright with kissing.  Introduce tongue
gradually.

Lisa: [Discard aunt image hastily]

Mark: When tongue first swipes clitoris, it must be possibly by accident.  A
gentleman must always give a lady a chance to back out.

Mark: If you've done it right, however, some sort of audible affirmation
results.

Lisa: Surely at this point she's chanting "Please, please, please"?

Mark: At this point, stop.

Lisa: Oh.

Mark: But, since you asked, I have been hauled on board by my hair before
now.

Lisa: I bet.

Mark: Deal with bowl and brush in such a way as not to fret a careful
housewife.

Lisa: Not including putting in dishwasher, I hope.

Mark: Of course not; you're not done with it, are you?

Lisa: No, d-- you're not?

Mark: Now, to lie next to her, clasping her in your arms.

Mark: Mouth-to-mouth kissing.  Murmuring of endearments.

Mark: Kissing away, as appropriate, tears, woes...  Whatever she's got.

Mark: At this point, it may occur to her to pay attention to your needs.

Lisa: Does she get to drive the paintbrush for a while?

Mark: Spend some time touching her until she gets the idea you're trying to
put across.

Mark: Funnily enough, one is at once forcing the idea across and distracting
from it.

Mark: When she's drawn her knees up a little, make a choice.  To clamber on
board now, or not?

Mark: Let us suppose that it is the summer, and we have decided not.

Lisa: Let us suppose this, indeed.

Mark: Slip gracefully to floor at foot of bed, retrieving bowl and brush.

Mark: By this stage, she does not care if sherry stings or not.

Lisa: Ah-hah!

Mark: Apply neither too sparingly nor over-generously.

Mark: She doesn't like feelings of dripping goo.

Lisa: She doesn't?

Mark: Dribbling down buttocks, across perineum, towards anus?  She does not.
She is afraid you want to lick her asshole.

Lisa: Ah.  Profound wisdom from one so young.  OK.

Mark: You must reassure her by the diligence with which you apply you mouth
to her genital area.

Lisa: I should think things would not take very long at this point.

Mark: Nonono.

Mark: If it looks like we're getting ahead of ourselves, we pause.

Lisa: Well, you did mention diligence.

Mark: Moving on.  Tip of tongue not to go so far as perineum with a new
lover and never much beyond that with a familiar lover.

Mark: We kiss the inner thigh, the lower belly.

Mark: We semi-finally discard the bowl, and clasp her thighs between
shoulder and forearm.

Mark: The gentleman has received the come-on; he may now exercise the
teensiest bit of physical strength.

Mark: Just to show it's there.

Lisa: Certainly he may.

Mark: At this point, the tip of the tongue, the bridge of the nose, the chin
(however shaved it currently is) are applied with less than perfect
gentlemanliness.

Mark: But not enough to get her off.

Mark: Oh, no.

Lisa: You don't exist.  You are a figment of my overheated imagination.

Mark: The licking travels up through the pubic hair and becomes kissing as
we move up the body.

Mark: Your shoulders induce greater flexion in her thighs...

Mark: ...and less, eventually, in the knees.

Lisa: Ah-hah.  Simple physics.

Mark: Give her false hope of quick relief by moving relatively briskly up
her stomach...

Mark: (but not too briskly, because, at some level, she is still checking
for signs of revulsion at her blubber)

Lisa: That's true again.

Mark: .and then destroy this hope by the diligence with which you honor her
breasts.

Mark: Do not simply pay attention to the nipples.

Mark: The lower curve is very sensitive to subtle stimulation.

Mark: As, on your parting way, is the area an inch or two above the nipples.

Mark: By this stage, of course, you may let her feel your teeth instead of
merely sucking them.

Lisa: Yes, I believe that stage has arrived.

Mark: I'm always startled at how much of the teeth she seems to want.

Lisa: Depends on her.

Mark: I would have thought it would hurt her.

Lisa: Does, sometimes.  Depends on her, as I said.

Mark: Very individual, yes.  Odd.  You'd think it would be standardized by
now.

Mark: Like penises.

Lisa: Which are surely in question at the moment?

Mark: And you absolutely do not wish to hurt her.

Lisa: No.  That would startle and perhaps frighten.

Mark: Not startle.  But maybe frighten.

Mark: The final stage is to return to where you started, with swiping licks
up the neck to the ear lobe.

Mark: And them, nibble chin, and kiss.  This makes her open her eyes, so she
can see you being friendly and good-natured.

Mark: Animalistic snarls not favored by those in the know.

Mark: At this point, allow her to feel the tip of your cock butting gently
against her pussy.

Mark: Take your time here, because this is another "back out now if you
want" moment.

Mark: If you allow her to think it through, and she thinks, "Yes," it's much
better than if you rush her.

Lisa: Ah.  Because I was going to ask:  with your sweetie ready to tear the
house apart with her bare hands, it will depend on her nature.  Does she do
deep-breathing exercises and return the favor with a long, luxurious
blowjob, or does she climb astride and ride you into the sunset?

Mark: At this stage, a scrabbling at the small of your back, or a clawing at
your buttocks is a lady's way of inviting you to proceed.

Mark: But, you don't.

Lisa: You DON'T?

Mark: This is out of consideration for her.

Mark: Women vary a lot on where their clits are.

Lisa: Undeniable.

Mark: You must ensure that, regardless, her clit gets a long hello from your
cock.

Mark: If you have done it right, her belly is tense and her pelvis swiveled
forward.

Lisa: So I should damn well think.

Mark: This allows you to back off slightly and run the underside of your
cock along her clit.

Mark: But you must be very, very gentle.  It is soooo easy to get the sharp
intake of breath and the murmured, "Too much."

Mark: What you want is the sharp intake of breath, period.

Lisa: Well, and also outlet, and re-intake.  Etc.

Mark: Encouraging you to retreat gently and come forward again.

Mark: Do not overdo this, however, as your cock and, especially, scrotum are
unlubricated and we do not wish to chafe.

Lisa: Surely at this point she is lubricated enough for seven at least?

Mark: Besides, she is now ready.

Mark: This is very important, because you went to the back-out-if-you-want
moment, and she gave you the green light, and you still didn't.  Return to
where you started, with your fireman's helmet nestled in her opening.

Mark: Do not do anything so crass as to push.

Mark: She must become aware simply that the nestling is increasingly firm.

Mark: When you cross her threshold, continue at an even pace until you are
buried as deeply inside her as you can get.

Mark: Hold things at this point.

Lisa: You can?

Mark: Of course.

Lisa: Jesus.

Mark: This is time to kiss.

Mark: One hand should be behind her head, not compelling but making the
point that it has the strength to compel, a deep, lingering kiss.

Mark: One almost breaks The Guy Code by using the word "loving"

Mark: But restrains oneself.

Lisa: Better that way.

Mark: You may not proceed until her hand is behind your neck, too, or in
some other way exhibiting attraction.

Mark: This is not street-girl sex, after all.

Lisa: Indeed no.

Mark: Pull back, slowly, gently, and relentlessly.

Mark: If she whimpers and tries to hold you forward, exert your superior
strength, gently yet inexorably, to see she is denied.

Lisa: (I feel I'm at a horror film.  "Don't pull out!" I want to shout.)

Mark: Pull back until she thinks you are going to fall right out of her,
possibly initiating messy fumbling.

Mark: But you don't, of course.

Lisa: (Whew, I think, reaching for the popcorn.  Or for something, anyway.)

Mark: You advance again gently, the merest touch faster and more forcefully
than before.

Mark: And linger that touch less.

Mark: This time, permit her to hold you forward, if she wishes, for as long
as she wishes.

Mark: By the pressure of her hand on your hip, maybe, you can discern when
she is ready for this.

Lisa: She knows you're letting her.

Lisa: At this point, though, "knowledge" is a vague term.

Mark: And again, you draw back, and again you thrust forward.

Mark: Your acceleration must be constant and yet as slow as possible.

Mark: For you want to last as long as possible.

Mark: It is imperative that she reaches her first climax before you do.

Lisa: This is a good pattern.  Lasting as long as possible is debatable.

Mark: We are talking of the first physical intimacy with a new lover.  As
you become more accustomed to each other, you will know each other better.

Mark: It is very important to women to know that they have a man who can
take longer to climax than they can.

Lisa: Ohhhh.

Mark: I don't know why, but there it is.

Lisa: I don't know why, either.  It's not to me.  But there, I believe what
you tell me.

Mark: Should you suspect, at any stage, that she is lagging, several courses
are open to you.

Mark: My favorite is to withdraw and return to licking pussy.

Mark: This keeps her progressing to the boil while allowing you to cool off.

Lisa: Really?  Nope, you definitely don't exist.

Lisa: Which is too bad, all things considered.

Mark: Once you are more accustomed to each other, it is fun to spend
slightly too long on this, meaning that you get too far off the boil and are
therefore required to use more vigor to try and catch up.

Mark: But you never do, of course.

Lisa: Naturally not...

Mark: Other options include inserting your calloused thumb between your
bodies and stimulating the clitoris directly.

Mark: It is permissible to be surprisingly vigorous.

Lisa: Difficult with a) balance and b) (for some women) belly issues.

Mark: No.  Indeed, not.  Two knees, one elbow.  Spraddle, and move on.

Lisa: OK.

Mark: But this is least intimate option, and thus not recommended.

Mark: Also, one never approaches via belly.  Along (I wish there was a word
for this) crease at top of thighs.

Mark: One arrives with palm down on pubic hair.

Mark: In heavily pregnant women, this is actually facilitated.

Lisa: Much cleverer.

Mark: The last option, only applicable to women whom you...

Mark: [cough]

Mark: [shuffle]

Mark: [blush]

Mark: [looks furtively over shoulder...

Mark: ...to see if any other guys watching]

Mark: [ditto for other shoulder]

Mark: ...women whom you...

Mark: ...you know, [whisper] the L-word. [blushblushblush]

Mark: ...is to roll over onto your sides, still coupled, and just chill for
a little while.

Mark: Murmuring of sweet nothings, kissing, all that soft stuff.

Mark: You just clench your anus, and/or belly muscles, now and again, to
check that the pot is still on the stove.

Mark: This is actually best.

Mark: Leads to best orgasms

Mark: and best post-coital slumber-of-the-dead.

Mark: Fucked if I can figure out why.

Mark: Right.  That was Option A.

Mark: Where to from here?

Mark: Hello?

Mark: You still there?

Lisa: Sorry.  I was just taking my earrings off.  Fiddly things, earrings.

Mark: [blush]

Lisa: [grin]



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Romance through the lens of Instant Messenger

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