## Archive-name: Senses

From: nobody%knoware@ersys.edmonton.ab.ca (Nobody special)

Subject: Story: Senses (fantasy)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex

This is the first piece of fiction I've written since early high school. It's also my first post here, and the first work I've ever distributed in any form.

If you're looking for raw sex, there's no explicit language and no detailed descriptions in this work.

Comments and criticism (mailed, if possible) greatly appreciated; flames to /dev/null.

This is a fantasy, and my companion is a furry. (Ask Elf! for the definition.)

Senses

Sound of birds.

Cool breeze from the window.

Warm fur against my back.

I'm awake.

I lay there, not moving, eyes closed.

I could see daylight through the curtains, and my eyelids.

She lay against me, her breasts soft on my back, breath warm on my neck, her arm over me.

I lay there, not moving, eyes closed.

Her breathing changed. She stirred, her hand seeking mine, entwining fingers.

I brought her hand to my lips, touched gently.

I released her hand, turned over, facing her.

I opened my eyes, staring into hers, green and bright.

We smiled.

I brought my hand to her face, stroked her cheek, the line of her jaw and muzzle.

Her hand went behind my ear, down my neck.

My hand travelled down and over her side, between her buttocks, under her tail.

She drew her fingers down my chest, my stomach, to my penis, hardening under her light touch.

My hand moved over her thigh, down between her legs, stroked gently.

She turned away from me, her tail up against my chest, buttocks against my groin.

I moved forward, nuzzled her neck; reached over, ran a finger around a stiffened nipple. My penis, fully erect, rested comfortably between her buttocks.

She moved up, then back down, fitting snugly around me.

I pushed forward, entering her fully.

Neither of us moved, just rested, absorbed the sensation.

I started moving, in and out, slowly.

She rocked her hips back and forth, moving with me.

Our pace slowly increased; our climaxes slowly approached.

I held onto her; she held onto my arms.

She came before me. Panting, her muscles tightened around me, forcing my own orgasm.

We rested; our breath slowed, our hearts stopped racing.

We held tight to each other; I softened and slipped out.

We lay there, not moving.

Warm fur against my front.

Cool breeze from the window.

Sound of birds.

(c) 1992 Richard K. Hempsey

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