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From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim)
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Subject: {ASSM} The House of Ecstasy (MF, cons?)
Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 04:10:06 -0400
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Otzchiim@aol.com

     The central idea here (and since it still fits, the title) is stolen from
a story from the 1930s published under the byline of Ralph Milne Farley.  That
was not his real name, but nobody recalls that; I am trying not to be pedantic
here.  The activities described are quite different, since that was an
adventure story of sorts.  It is in one of the old Alfred Hitchcock
anthologies, if you want to look it up.

                                     THE HOUSE OF ECSTACY
                                            By Otzchiim

     I can't believe that you were hesitant to see me again, since I would
expect that you would want to talk about the change in our relationship. 
Considering what happened between us, I could understand - though of course I
would not like it - if you did not want to speak to me at all.
    You don't remember anything in particular happening?  You don't know what I
am talking about?   That -
    Wait a minute.  You did slip and hit your head just before I left; it may
be that you lost the memory of that night, or that you simply thought
afterwards that it was all a dream.  That sounds like a clich  from a soap
opera, but I suppose it could be.  Actually, I have heard of it happening.
    Though I would have thought that the sheet - well, you may have thought
that the stains were from something else.
    You don't know what I mean?  You just remember kissing me goodnight after
we came to your apartment after the movie?  And then you went to bed?
    Well -
    You came to the door to kiss me goodnight, but you opened your mouth for my
tongue for the first time.  The kiss lasted for a long time, and my hands
massaged your shoulders.  You clung to me and we kissed over and over.   You
told me that you have been wrestling with the way felt about me for a long
time, and especially all that night.  You told me that you had given up on
hesitating and indeed wanted to make up for lost time.
     You took my hand and led me into your bedroom.   We kissed again there,
and this time you put your hand down and you held my erection through the cloth
and rubbed your hand up and down and told me how much you wanted to feel it in
you.
     You slowly took off my shirt and ran your hands over my chest, kissing my
nipples.  You let me undress you, pulling the zipper down on your dress until
it fell to the floor.  You welcomed my hands on your bare back and kissed me
again as I unhooked your bra and slid my hands to the front and cupped your
breasts.
     Your nipples became hard; I recall how wonderful they felt in the center
of my palms.  
     Your eager hands went to my belt then and opened it, and after I kicked
off my loafers, you took off my pants and put them over the back of a chair. 
Your hand went into my shorts and you held my erection, sliding your hand along
it as you kissed me again, your tongue going deep into my mouth.
    Your other arm was on my back as we kissed and I held you, and you gasped
when my hand went down your back, into your panties, and my finger came
straight up from behind.   You told me that you felt so good with my finger
there, but that you wanted to be more filled there than my finger could manage.
     You broke from our kiss and our embrace and took my hand to go to your
bed.  I dropped my shorts beside your bed, and when I sat on your bed to remove
my socks - all I had on - you smiled playfully and reached for my penis again,
leaning over to kiss the head of my erection, even licking your tongue around
it.
    You happily lifted your hips when I grasped the waistband of your panties
to draw them down, and drew in a breath when my fingers touched your labia.  
You shrieked a little when I bent forward and kissed the lips of your
womanhood; it was clear that you had not expected that.
     But you accepted what my lips and tongue did there to bring you to a
height of emotion and sensation.  Your hips jerked as you reached your peak and
I could almost see your internal muscles clamping and tightening as you passed
it.
     I kept one hand on your mound as we rested together for a little, before
we went on.
     You quickly built upward the second time, and soon you asked me to go on,
to take you.  You told me that you were on the pill for regular periods, which
I knew from seeing a refill bottle before you put it away.
     You say that you cannot imagine that you would go all the way with me,
that you had not done that with any man in a long time?   Yes, you said then
that you would never have thought you would decide so suddenly to do it, but
that I seemed so such to be a man whom you wanted to be with.
     You spread your legs at my urging and bent your knees, raising them.  I
moved between your legs and paused, touching the head of my erection at your
opening.  You raised your head as I bent to kiss you, and we looked into each
other's eyes as our tongues touched and I moved forward.
     Your eyes went wide as I passed inward, but you assured me that there was
no pain, though you had anticipated it from my size.  There was some
stretching, I know.
     You came to another climax in only a minute or so, and you clung to me
with both your arms and - well, your walls.  But I never stopped moving, and it
was not long before I felt the same convulsive tightness again around me.
    You took twenty minutes after that before I heard the quickening breath and
trembling that told me of your approaching orgasm, and this time I joined you,
sinking deep and hard into you until we exploded together perfectly.  You
called my name as your legs pulled me in at the perfect moment.
     We slept together, and at dawn I rose to go home.  You went to your
apartment door naked to kiss me goodbye and your foot slipped on the wooden
floor and you hit your head on a metal wall-decoration.  You said that you were
fine, but that must have been when you lost the memory of that night.
     You don't have to be so sad.  If you do not remember that night, then we
can certainly do it all again and make it even more a night to remember. 
Certainly if you have slept with me once, you would have little reason to
hesitate to do it again; I assure you that you enjoyed it very much the first
time.
     Certainly I can help you remember!

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