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Subject: New story: "longing (mf, rom , cons) by kollontai
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This is a little different from before, but, well, enjoy! Again, I 
invite any comments and criticisms! 

love,
kollontai


Longing 
by kollontai

"If you lived with me, you wouldn't be up at 1:30." His voice spoke to 
me through the telephone, warm, soft and sensual. I had just told him of 
my rather lonely Friday night adventures in the writing of an essay on 
political ideology at ungodly hours in the early morning. "You know what 
I mean, don't you?" 

"Mmm-hmmm," I replied, glad to see that he seemed to be in an amorous 
mood. I had been melting with sheer desire ever since I'd spoken to him 
several hours before. Now it was eleven P.M. and I wanted him even more. 
He'd just informed me that he was laying on his bed, watching TV, stark 
naked. All sorts of visions, generally involving me joining him there, 
were running through my mind. 

"I think I'd probably have exhausted you, and I think you'd be sound 
asleep next to me. Of course, you could do whatever you wanted, if you 
wanted to be sitting at the computer typing. But I don't think that's 
what you'd want to be doing."

"No, it isn't," I agreed. More than anything, I just wanted to be near 
him then, at that precise moment. I didn't want him to be in 
Massachussetts and me in New Jersey. I wanted him to be here or me to be 
there. 

"You know, I'm thinking about taking all your clothes off right now. 
Wouldn't that be nice?" I quickly agreed that yes, it would be 
verrr-rrr-rrry nice. "And I'm thinking about rubbing my hard cock all 
over your inner lips. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes," I murmured, somewhat breathlessly. I could tell from the 
slight drop in his voice that he was entering extremely erotic territory 
and that he was taking a very eager me with him. I was shedding my 
pajamas quite quickly. 

"I'm laying here with a nine-inch throbbing hard erection now. It's 
jutting up, just begging to be rubbed all over your inner lips and your 
clitoris, straight from your perineum to your clitoris, up and down, up 
and down..." His voice was all gentle murmurs and whispers by now. 
"Mmmm, yes, I'd rub it all over your pussy, all over your silken hairs 
and your velvety skin. My cock is so hard now, aching to be inside you, 
to fill you, it's like a steel rod, hard warm flesh, all for you. At the 
same time I'd kiss your lips and your neck..."

I was moaning softly and lightly teasing one nipple, and then my 
clitoris with my free hand, completely immersed in his erotic vision. I 
was dripping wet. My body called out to his to satisfy me. 

"Just then the phone rings, and you reach over to answer it. You're 
sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to deal with the business the 
call is about, and wanting to return to me. I'm sitting behind you, and 
rubbing my cock all over your back, and your neck, and your arms, over 
the back of your ribs and the sides of your breasts, under ypur arms, in 
your armpits. I'm marking you with my scent, marking you as my 
woman....I'm putting some oil on the tip f my cock and rubbing it on the 
front of you, your belly, your breasts...You're finding it impossible to 
concentrate on the conversation, you don't want to concentrate. You hang 
up as soon as possible. I leave the phone off the hook. No more 
interruptions tonight."

I never knew that any set of two people could be this tuned in to each 
other's desires. I never had a lover so intensely erotic, so deeply 
loving. I never knew there could be such a meeting of minds and bodies 
and hearts. 

"And I roll you over and start kissing you all over, kissing your 
breasts, suckling on your nipples, darting my tongue all around..." My 
nipples were standing up, hard like little pebbles as he continued on. I 
wet my finger in my mouth and traced around the puffy pink aureolae. My 
mind told me my fingers were his tongue. I was drifting in a world of 
desire. "...all over your nipples, suckling and licking and kissing your 
delicious soft breasts. Then I'd walk around to the side of our bed, 
where your mouth is, and I usualy don't want this, but I'd ask you to 
suck my cock. Would you do that for me?"

He was really asking. It was amazing that he was so unsure of himself. 
If I'd said "no", he would have continued. But I had no intention of 
saying no. I was hungry for his cock, hungry for him. My only regret was 
that he was not here, that I couldn't lick and suck on his magnificent 
cock for real. "Yes, ohhhh, yes!" I replied enthusiastically.

"You'd lick up and down the shaft, covering me with your wet tongue, and 
you'd put the head inside your mouth. And you'd lick and suck on me--oh, 
that feels so fucking great, oh love--"

"I'd run my tongue all over your cock, I'd suck you in like I couldn't 
get enough of you, my warm moist mouth caressing and enveloping your 
hard, gorgeous, throbbing cock, mmmm, honey--"

"Ohhh, my love, I've got to pull out, roll back on the bed, over you, 
I'm kissing your face, from your hairline down to your eyelids, to your 
eyebrows, to your cheeks and your chin and your nose and your lips, 
kissing you deeply and passionately, back to your breasts and down, down 
to your belly-button, continuing inexorably down until I reach your 
silken hairs. I part your lips with my tongue and start to return the 
favor, sucking on your clitoris, licking up and down your lips, opening 
you with my tongue, spreading your hot lips, parting your folds with my 
tongue, and I want to get my tongue inside you, in all your inner folds, 
I've built up a lot of muscles in my tongue from kissing you, darling, 
licking at all your inner folds inside your vagina with my tongue, oh 
God honey, I have to be inside you...I crawl up and start kissing your 
neck, licking to your ears...at the same time I'm entering you--ohhh, so 
hot and moist and tight, sooo good, I just have to be inside you--I must 
have you, I love you, I need you, my heart belongs to you, oh my 
love..."

"Mmmm, honey, I love you too..need you too...belong to you...want you so 
much.." I picture him above me, his face, his eyes on mine, my hands 
running over his back.

"And you slide up a little so I'm inside you all the way, you're taking 
my whole length, I'm so big I'm touching the entrance to your uterus... 
your legs wrap around me and we're fucking and it's so right that we're 
fucking because we fit together so well, like we were created to fuck 
each other...mmm, love, so fucking good...."

And for minutes, all that can be heard are low guttural moans and soft 
wailing cries and deep wild grunts and then my fluttering scream and his 
groans of contentment as we cum. Then deep, heavy breathing and sighs of 
contentment.

"Oh, honey, I'm still hard. I'm glad because my cock has got a lot of 
work to do, making you cum as much as possible. I love being inside you. 
I can feel our secretions begin to trickle out over my balls...your 
delicious pussy is so welcoming and warm and soooo moist...I pull you up 
so we're sort of sitting on each other, still fucking nice and slow..you 
move your hips in a circular motion so we're grinding against each 
other..I take some warm almond oil and put my arms around you and start 
to rub it all over your back, massaging you as I fuck you..the back of 
you is covered with the oil from my hands, the front of you is covered 
with the oil from my cock, I'm holding your slick body and I pull you in 
for a deep, long kiss and oh God, love, I love fucking you...fucking 
you..fucking you....I'm gonna cum again!!!"

I love listening to him cum. I could listen to those supremely erotic 
noises he makes all day. 

"Now I want to lick your ass...I roll you over and spread your cheeks, 
licking all along the crack, licking up and down, up and down, all 
around your little rosebud hole, down to your perineum and back up to 
your asshole, I'm riming you, licking all over it, plunging my tongue in 
deep, past the sphincter, as deep as I can...I want to rim you 
thoroughly to show you how much I love you..I lick all inside you, ohhh 
YES, and then I kiss your buttocks all over, every available inch of 
flesh I kiss and lick, ohhh, my cock is throbbing again, I slide it all 
over your buttocks and in your crack and I want to take you there but I 
know you aren't ready, so I plunge into your pussy from behind deep and 
hard deep and hard in and out in and out holding you to me, reching 
around, feeling your belly and your breasts, reaching around and playing 
with your clitoris, pulling on it, rubbing it, rubbing up and down it 
like it's a little penis, like it's a little erect penis, and ohhh, it 
is erect...."

I am in some kind of sexual haze and just start cumming and cumming and 
not stopping, him continuing his detailed description of just how he's 
fucking me and just what he's doing to my hard throbbing clit. I soon 
hear the sounds of him joining me in a stupendously shattering orgasm. 
When I return to earth, he asks me if I'm satisfied. The answer is, of 
course, a resounding "yes!!!" 

"I'm not done...I want to go down on you. I slide down your body. I want 
to lick out all of our combined secretions, your cum and my cum 
combined, I'm thrusting my tongue deep inside you, licking your folds, 
suckling you, placing my lips inside your labia, devouring you. Oh 
darling, your pussy is sooo delicious, so good. I just love this, this 
is my favorite thing in the world, I want to bury my whole face inside 
you, ohhh, I want to eat you dry. I'm using my fingers, gathering up 
some of your sweet, delicious nectar and rubbing it over my chest, and I 
get some more and rub it all over my face, and some more over my arms, 
and in my armpits. I want you to mark me with your scent, so that 
everyone can tell that I'm your man. I'd want to go out in public like 
this and everyone who came near me could tell that we had been together, 
that I belonged to you. And all day I could smell it and it would remind 
me of tonight..."

I was melting at his soft, erotic words. My body craved one thing--him. 
I think we could stay in bed together for our entire lives and derive 
sustenance solely from each other.

"I'd reach over to the drawer and pull out our vibrator and run it over 
your hard little nipples and then place it on your clitoris at just that 
certain angle that you love..." I'm following his words with my own 
vibrator at this point, feeling so good, so awash in sheer eroticism. 
"You can feel the vibrations running through your hard little clitoris, 
all over your erotic center, throughout your body, you can feel the 
vibrating sensations, at the same time I'm suckling and licking at your 
pussy, fucking you with my tongue, licking at all your delicious moist 
folds, I can feel the tension as you near orgasm, as you get more and 
more excited I can feel it all in my tongue, all the vibrations running 
through your body..."

I cry out. My body is trembling in my bed, I'm shaking, my vibrator on 
my clitoris, my hands dancing over my body, cumming and cumming in a 
spiral of sheer pleasure where nothing exists but him and me and our 
bed, where I'm dissolving and unifying all at once, wrenching and 
quaking. I can hear his voice..

"Mmmm, yes, I'm watching you as you're cumming. I love watching you cum, 
I love the way your beautiful body trembles and quivers. I love watching 
you cum and cum and cum, seeing you in the middle of your orgasm, at the 
height of your pleasure, you are magnificent. I am just watching you 
release yourself totally, let go of all your controls, just abandon 
yourself to erotic pleasure, oh love, what a sight that is to behold as 
you cum..." I'm slowly coming down from those ecstatic uncontrollable 
flying peaks. "And what is the vision in your mind? Do you feel the many 
hands on you? The hands and hands and hands and erect penises, men and 
men and men all watching you cum, you in the center of them..they are 
only there to give you pleasure...and then the vision clears and it is 
just me in bed with you, holding you tightly, clasping your body to 
mine."

He has such a way with words, even in the heat of passion. I don't know 
how he does it. I don't want him to ever stop. All I feel everywhere is 
warmth and delight and absoute contentment. He murmurs soft words to me; 
he knows I need to come down slowly. He whispers to me of how he loves 
me and how he is my man, my man is with me, of how I am his woman, soft, 
soft whispers. 

"Thank you for sucking my cock. It usually isn't what I want, but 
tonight, when you did that, it just sent a surge through me...I wouldn't 
have asked if I truly thought you'd mind. I never want you to do 
anything you don't want to, my love, never."

"Oh, honey," I replied softly and quickly, loving his thoughtfulness, "I 
wanted to. I want all of you. I love your cock. I love your body. I love 
YOU."

"I love you, too, my darling. I've fallen so hard for you. All I want to 
do is be with you. The distance is unbearable sometimes. I'd be so happy 
just to be inside you always. But I want to take you dancing, to dinner, 
to movies and bookstores and lectures and meetings...I just want to be 
near you. I feel so close to you now, it's as if you were here in this 
bed with me.." I felt it too, it felt like a...connection...like we were 
together. Rather like if I abandoned my rational thought just enough, 
his arms were around me and his lips were at my ear.

"And then, by 1:30, we would be fast asleep in each other's arms. I am 
so exhausted and I can feel you starting to drift off too...I keep 
caressing you, ever so slowly and softly...you know in the morning I'll 
want to have you again, but for now we can sleep, enfolded in each 
other's arms...you okay? Call me tomorrow, love."

"I will, honey." I hated this parting, this breaking of connection. I 
knew that he did too. Our voices were full of longing and melancholy and 
simultaneously, satisfied contentment. 

"I love you."

"I love you too." I heard the click and I hung up the phone on the 
bedside table. I hugged my pillow close. I soon fell asleep, but not 
before a few tears escaped my eyes, for the soft, squishy pillow felt 
nothing like his warm, strong chest.

I dreamt that night that he held me close.


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