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If You Were Here (MF, dream)
by Anon THC Arcive Author (c) 1995

**

	If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you...

	I would bring you into my room, the small and ugly room I live in  
here, bring you inside and lock the door.  I would take your clothes from 
your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need.  
With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet 
to the bed struts.  This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, 
and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under 
your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs.

	I do not even remove my own clothes, yet.  I am afraid that without 
my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately.  But 
time has been too long for that, time far too long without you.  I want to 
savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine.  

	Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body 
facing away from you as I admire your penis.  Your skin is so soft, and the 
flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours.  Sometimes I 
forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there 
slowly, so slowly.  

	I run my forefinger around the top of your penis.  I like this part 
of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins.  I stroke 
with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin 
at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls.  They are tight already.  
I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and 
run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers.  I stroke your 
inner thighs with my other hand.  A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip
of your penis.  I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your 
glans.  Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it.  You can feel what I 
am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs.  You are aching 
in the same way that I am aching.  I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the 
tension in mine.  My cunt is tightening.  I want you inside me.

	I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs.  From 
here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way 
I know it arouses you.  Your penis jumps.  I bend further, far enough that my 
breasts hang either side of your penis, and draw my fingers lightly over your 
legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls, then stop 
short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body 
so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again
come close to touching your penis.  

	I can feel how hard your cock is.  It seems harder each time my breasts
brush past it.  You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me 
already, but you have not made a noise.  I am glad the ropes are tight.  I want
to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of 
your skin, the look of you.

	I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them.
You squirm beneath me - it tickles you.  I move my hands further up and cup 
them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base.  Still holding the skin 
I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again.  And again; but this 
time even slower.  And again.  Another drop of fluid appears on your glans.  I 
lick it off carefully.  It tastes of salt.

	Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt 
is close to your face.  You lift your head and nuzzle me.  I am still clothed, 
but through the cotton of my underclothes you can taste my fluid seeping, and 
you stretch out your tongue to take in more.  I tremble, but it is not time for 
this.  

	So I tease.  While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo 
the fastenings of my skirt.  I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me 
naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin.  I straighten and 
stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head.  I take off my 
underpants, dropping them so they land on your chest.  My blouse and brassiere 
I throw on the floor.  Then I kneel between your legs.  Here you cannot reach 
me, but I can touch you.  You say something - you are disappointed, and tense
against the ropes, but I do not answer you.

	Your legs are tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking 
in your smell and the warmth of your skin.  I reach out my tongue and touch it 
to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you.  I hold there a minute then 
move higher, taking in new salt, new skin.  Very slowly moving up your leg in 
this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your groin, and here 
I pause.  Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. 
This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to 
bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself.

	And at this, I lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection
pushes into my soft belly.  I kiss you on the mouth.  Your tongue pushes into 
my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from 
me, for a minute or more.  You will not let my tongue into your mouth, you push
me away every time I try to enter.  And your cock pushes against my belly, so 
hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move.  

	It is the first time we have kissed.

	After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an
end.  I don't want this.  I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick
and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and
hard teeth marks on your chest.  But I let you have your way.  

	I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking
my underclothing from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your 
cock.  The moisture touches your soft skin.  I rub the fabric over your cock.
Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away.  I rub faster and
faster, bringing you closer to orgasm.  You are trying to hold back.  I stop.  I
kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your cock.  You push 
up, wanting to be in my mouth.  Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into
my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness.  Then I pull
away and again wrap the cloth around your penis.  Slowly I rub the garment over 
your organ, then faster, faster, faster.  Your face contorts, you are holding 
back, waiting for me to stop.

	But this time I don't stop.  And when your cum shoots out, falling onto
our belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and 
mine.  I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you.  You pull away.  I think you
are angry.  You wanted to be inside me, this first time.

	I lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it
is with passion.  Your penis is soft now.  With one hand I take and wet it with
my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it.  Then I kneel beside the bed 
and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue,
one by one.  I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth
with my tongue.  Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin.  I
feel the blood rise and the tissue swell.  You begin to fill my mouth.  Soon I 
cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your penis
instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down 
over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over 
the base of your penis, or stroking your thighs.

	I take your length into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your 
penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still
moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of 
your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth moves.  I feel 
how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching
with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before
once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing.  This
goes on for a long time.  My cunt is so hot, so wet.  At times I touch myself 
with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, 
tasting my juices.

	Now I untie the blindfold.  I kneel above your erect penis, just high 
enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate.  Slowly, slowly.
At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over
and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me.  My lips are swollen 
with blood, full and aching to be touched.  Even without touching inside them, 
I am shaking at the pleasure.  You are watching me.  I lean back so you can see
more easily.  I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks 
like arrows pointing to my cunt.  Now I open my lips with both hands, showing 
you my vulva, wet and swollen and red.  I touch one finger to it and taste the 
liquid - it is sweet and salty at once.  There is so much of it now that drops 
of it fall on your penis.  But I do not touch you.  I am pleasuring myself.  I 
put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up 
to touch the most sensitive parts.  I see your penis jump, as you see my face 
contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure.  You want to touch me too,
you want to be inside me.

	I fuck myself with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then 
withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris.  Drawing liquid up from my cunt over 
this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit,
I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not
too fast.  I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance, moving closer
and closer until fully recognised, all sensation moving toward the centre and
becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me.  

	When my orgasm is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your penis
and gently touch the tip to my cunt.  My moisture runs over you.  I take the
head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening.  It feels good -
your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me.  I lean over you and keep on
moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the
distant sensation, of another orgasm.  I push the head of your penis into my
cunt.  You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in
your breath, and roll your hips.  You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold
back.  Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles,  
and squeeze on it.  Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the
hardness of your erection pressing inside me.  Several times I stop, holding
you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles.  Then I
let you enter me completely.  

	You draw in breath, deeply.  I push down as hard as I can, feeling the
length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin.  Tightening all my
muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me.  Then I
lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again.  I lean forward till I
am lying over your chest, and push with my hips.  You kiss me deeply and with
passion, your eyes are closed but I can feel how near you are.  I slow down.
Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing
you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand.  Your eyes are on me, they want 
me to move, to make you come.  I wait, minutes seeming like hours.  Then I move
again, slowly.  And again stop.  My cunt is so wet.  I touch myself with one
finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves.  I look at you and smile.
You are ready to come again and so am I.  I push faster, the tip of your cock
hits against me, deep inside.  I am laughing, crying at once.  You lift your
head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still.  You are coming, hard.
When you let go, I lift from you and lie beside you, holding you with one arm,
my other hand touching myself.  You kiss me, again and again.  This orgasm is
slow, long, sweet...  

	We fall asleep, together, my hands covering us both.
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