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                        [Wild women dreaming wet...]

     Strange Night (MF, rom)
     by Isa (c) 1991

     You are so soft and gentle, my sweet princess
     I will never let anyone hurt you
     And you couldn't ever hurt me
     even though I would so much like you to do that sometimes.

     I had begged you to show your strength.
     I know it is there, deep inside you, in those tender hands of
     yours, which touch me so softly and carefully, every time like it
     was their first time.

     But that evening was different. I was sitting in our kitchen,
     eating chocolate ice cream, when you came in, slammed the door
     behind you, entered the kitchen and then I knew: that strange
     look in your eyes -
     I had hoped to see that for so long, was it what I thought?

     You were in a strange mood: you laughed and were much more
     relaxed than usually. Carelessly you threw your shirt away,
     squeezed your round breasts with your arms and brought them close
     to me. You grabbed some of the ice cream from my bowl with your
     fingers, spread that onto your nipples which erected in a second,
     giggled and brought them close to me so that I could suck the
     melted ice cream off. I decided to bite them tenderly, and soon
     noticed that this strange mood of yours had alredy made me so
     wet.

     You said you wanted the game to be yours tonight, I promised you
     anything. I could feel the tension in every muscle of your sweet
     body, this was so new and exciting for both of us. So firmly you
     took my clothes off, I was almost scared for a moment. You had
     refused to even touch my nipple ring before, and now you were
     pulling it so hard with your teeth. You were naked in front of
     me, I touched your clit and felt the lust throbbing, smelled the
     lust coming down your thights.

     You told me to stand still against the kitchen sink, brought the
     leather harness, laughed, but didn't put it on. Then I knew this
     would be the fuck of my life, the answer to my prayers. I spread
     my arms and legs, waited... oh, baby, quickly... - ...the first
     crack was careful, the second and third so firm, you continued,
     and the slapping sound got me wild.... You masturbated there in
     front of me, the wild look in your eyes licked my burning body,
     which stood there against the cold kitchen sink.

     All of a sudden you stopped and sighed, gave me the harness. You
     wanted the game to be mine from now on. I couldn't resist. I took
     your favorite cock, tightened the straps calmly, and knew we
     couldn't wait longer. I asked you to come on me, opened your legs
     and tasted some of your hot lust, watched when you put the cock
     inside the throbbing, wet sweetness and sighed. You began dancing
     on my still burning body until I came, then you came loudly and
     your body shaked on mine.

                             [Les Amantes...]

     We never discussed what happened that night, but I hope the magic
     remains in that tender body of my princess.

     Ara's lover

   ............ The famous writer of this story: Isa Vierula ...........

                            Her author Profile:

                  "I'm Isa, living in Helsinki, 28 years.
              I love sex - but just with my lovely girlfriend
                          (or sometimes alone...)"

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