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Subject: {ASSM} All Was Right with the World (M/f, b/d)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 18:10:02 -0400
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she sighed softly as He licked the last of the whipped cream from her
chest.  All seemed right with the world, as crazy as that sounded: The
leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists were linked by chain to the four
bolts on the underside of the bed, her eyes were shielded by a soft
fur-lined blindfold, her collar felt a bit loose after the evening's
activities, her body tingled all over from where He had licked up the
whipped cream, and the open window allowed gentle breezes and the sound of
the summer rain - her favorite sound in Nature - to waft into the upstairs
bedroom.  Indeed, everything seemed right with the world; she was certainly
at peace and reveling in His gentle attentions. 

her body arched instinctively as His hand cupped her bare sex and squeezed
gently; His teeth grazing a nipple caused her to gasp; the same teeth
suddenly tugging at the nipple generated a moan deep within her; the
penetration of several fingers into her wetness intensified the guttural
utterance until it was smothered by His mouth hungrily devouring hers,
allowing her to finally taste the whipped cream which had covered her
entire body perhaps thirty minutes earlier.  

At least several minutes passed as she tugged against her bonds as her
passion grew, demonstrated by her arching and writhing body against the
expert touches applied by the One who knew her needs and desires so
intimately.  her tongue dueled with His, His wide, long tongue diving deep
into her mouth to excite her even more as it was teased and battered by her
thin, pointy tongue.  The telltale warmth originating between her long legs
began to spread quickly, and before her conscious mind could register this
fact, she was raining upon His hand, bucking and thrashing wildly with the
bed protesting at her frenzied motions and her cries muffled by His
constantly-attacking mouth.  It took several seconds for her to realize
that she was now covered with sweat, and that she could scent herself in
the bedroom despite the fresh air coming from the open window.  

His attacks upon her body slowed until she was fully calmed and relaxed
once more.  At last, His mouth extracted itself from hers, and the probing
fingers were removed.  However, the same fingers were quickly thrust
between her lips, allowing her to savor her own taste.  When at last the
fingers were removed, she sighed contentedly - slightly tired, but
definitely satisfied and happy.  

she could feel Him move around on the bed, and was certain that she knew
what was about to happen next.  When she felt whipped cream being applied
to her legs for the fifth time of the evening, she smiled to herself and
sighed again.  

All was right with the world.

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            Wolf Feather 
       FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM
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What isn't remembered never happened
          - _Serial Experiments Lain_
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