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Subject: {ASSM} "Thinking of You" (mf, rom, f-solo)
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Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:10:01 -0400
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Thinking of You
(C) Copyright 2007 by Sophia Kelsey
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It was only this morning when you were here with me. Yet already I
miss you. I miss your gentle, resonant voice. I miss your broad smile.
I miss our wonderful sex. It's hard to believe that just this morning
you were in my bed, naked, with your arms around me and your erection
pressed against my thigh. I remember you mounting me, penetrating me
with your hardness. I remember your soft moan of satisfaction as you
filled me and your grunts of pleasure as you fucked me. It's hard to
believe that was less than 12 hours ago. The apartment seems so empty
now without you.

I've just taken my shower and my pussy is wet again from my
remembering. How many times did we have sex this weekend? Eight? Nine?
I lost count. Yet even after all that sex, or perhaps because of it, I
feel aroused. I want you again. I am naked in my bathroom, touching
myself and thinking of us.

Do you remember the time we did it in the shower Saturday afternoon? I
loved soaping down your body, holding your cock and balls in my hands
and kissing you. I loved the sweet taste of your lips. I especially
loved the feeling of your strong hands on my body, caressing my
breasts and my ass. Do you remember how excited I got? I was panting
with arousal.

Do you remember turning me around and leaning me against the wall of
the shower to penetrate me? I held on to the soap dish while you
fucked me from behind. Oh, that felt good. I was surprised at how
quickly I came that time. I howled in pleasure as my pussy spasmed
against your cock. I must have set you off, my love, because only
moments later you moaned loudly and ejaculated. I remember you
pressing yourself into me and filling my cunt with your cum. Was that
the fifth or sixth time this weekend?

My pussy is slick now. My breasts are sensitive and my nipples are
hard. I pull on them gently, sending shivers of erotic pleasure down
my spine and straight to my clit. Still naked, I walk into my living
room feeling turned on. My breasts sway as I move, the way I know you
love, and I imagine you here watching me. I sit on the couch to
masturbate in earnest.

Who thought when we met on-line just two months ago that our
relationship would become so sexual so soon? Yet right from our first
date I knew you were special. You were so open and honest and easy to
be with. I felt relaxed right away. I loved your smile, your laugh,
and the intensity of your eyes. That night the sex was wonderful---the
best I've had. Your animal passion excited me, and your tenderness
reassured me. Your hands were strong and confident as you touched me,
and yet also gentle and respectful.

Do you remember Friday night when you first arrived? I don't think you
finished even half the drink I got for you before I was kneeling
between your legs with your pants pulled down. I can still taste your
cock and feel your hard shaft between my lips. I loved your musky
scent. I loved the fullness of your testicles in my hand. But I
especially loved the intensity of your male sexual energy. Your
erection was warm and soft and yet also rigidly hard and potent.

As I think about your lovely cock I slid one hand between my legs. I
am wet and slippery. I spread my knees and open myself, dipping a
finger inside for lubrication and then gently rubbing it over my clit.
With my other hand I pull firmly on my nipples; first one side and
then the other.

Do you remember what happened next on Friday night? You pushed me back
onto the floor and slipped off my skirt and panties. I thought you
were going to fuck me right there, and I spread my legs in
anticipation. Instead you buried your head between my thighs to lick
and kiss my aroused pussy. How wonderful your tongue felt against my
clit! You penetrated me with one finger, and then two, as you
skillfully worked me toward release. With my hand on your head and my
legs spread wide, I cried out in ecstasy as I enjoyed my first orgasm
of the weekend.

My hand moves more quickly now, my finger sliding up and down in my
slit with steady, purposeful strokes. I am panting with excitement not
only from my touch but also from my memories of the weekend that are
so fresh in my mind.

Do you remember how, Saturday night when we returned home from dinner,
you took me on the living room floor? You wanted me right away and we
didn't even make it to the bedroom. I got wet so quickly for you! We
threw off our clothes and let our passion run free. When you mounted
me you threw your head back and moaned with uninhibited pleasure as
you sank into me, grinding your public bone against my clit. I wrapped
my arms and legs around you, holding you close with my whole body as
you fucked me vigorously. Your cock slid into my wet pussy again and
again, my breasts brushed against your chest as you moved. You held my
shoulders tightly and fucked me like the animal I know you are. You
fucked me like you owned me, and I loved every second. When you came,
I could feel your whole body convulse with the power of it. Your
screaming howl of raw ecstasy filled my small apartment, just as your
cum filled my pussy.

My stroking has reached a fever pitch. My hand moves rapidly over my
pussy and my legs are open widely. I want your magnificent cock in me
again! The feeling rises swiftly and I cry out, "I'm coming!" the way
you like. I moan in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure sweep over me,
pulsing again, and again... and again.

I rest a little and catch my breath. The room smells of sex and I wish
you were there to smell it too. I tug gently on my nipples and idly
run my fingers through my pussy hair. I sit up a bit and spread my
legs. My fingers find my slit and my still hard clitoris. I do so much
wish you were here, I think as I begin to stroke myself again...

THE END

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