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Subject: {ASSM} sometimes my elastic lover dreams of me
Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2000 15:10:14 -0400
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Some days I wake up barely able to believe my good fortune. Since I
have discovered my lover's incredible secret, nothing has been the
same. It still remains a wonderful mystery, how it is that she can make
herself so wonderfully pliable. This "superpower" has its practical
application in our mundane routine, for example, her shelves are never
too high. We never get locked out of the house or the car, but she uses
the utmost discretion in public. I am sure that the sight of a woman
who could lengthen herself, squeeze under a tiny crack between a door
and its threshold, would, well, attract the wrong kind of attention.
Besides, she has no intention of creating an identity to become some
kind of fantasy crime fighter or anything.
Of course, the sex is fantastic! To very literally stretch the
imagination, means no end of variety to our lovemaking. The intensity
of pleasure becomes surreal; if I were religious in any way, this kind
of fuck would be declared a miracle. The whole experience of our sex
can be exhausting at times; we find other ways for each other to still
feel our pleasure when the other is just too tired. Like when she has a
hard day at work, I am content to play with her feet like Silly Putty
(she knows they are my favourite); kneading her soles as if they were a
fleshy elastic dough, pulling & knotting her pretty toes into warm,
wiggly strings. Or, when I am beat, I will simply watch as she twists,
bends, flattens and defies the fantastic with the impossible shapes she
can make on her own. The stretching, she says, makes everything come
alive in her, each pull is akin to an orgasm in itself. And, to behold
her pleasuring herself while she stretches, well, it is quite amazing to
see my "rubber girl" transform into a moaning, quivering, spent
puddle...
Friday, 11:00 pm...
"I have something new for us to try. I've been working on it
all
week." "Really? I have been so looking forward to this weekend", I say,
glint in my eye. "Come, I'll show you part of my secret." So, off to
the bedroom we go.
The bed has been pushed off to the side of the room. In the
centre,
what seems to be a turntable, with two straps like you might find on a
sailboard. The corners of each wall have been outfitted with large
hooks, like the kind you hang your bicycle on, only much larger. And,
in the middle of the open wall, there is a hand hold, placed vertical.
"So this is the secret? It looks devilishly wonderful, my
sweet, but
I'm not sure how it will work." Smiling, and stretching her neck over to
give me a kiss, she says, "No, silly, the secret of MY secret..." and
off she goes to her little cabinet atop her dresser, unlocks it, and
takes out an iridescent vase-like bottle. It looks very old, and seems
to glow with blues, greens, reds and yellows. Cupping it in both hands,
she carefully carries it over to me and simply says, "This..." "What is
it?", I ask. "Something I am very lucky to have. When I was in Africa
doing that relief work, we came across a tribe of people in the jungle
who deliberately shunned civilization and the West. They have been
practitioners of magic for 5000 years. They used some of it on us, to
frighten us away, but somehow, it just didn't work on me. I stayed with
them for a few days; I can't even begin to describe what I saw and
experienced...but as I saw them transform into their elastic state, i
knew I just had to experience it for myself. Such incredible joy and
ecstasy! It took a lot of convincing, but eventually I got the shaman
to give me some of their ancient concoction for myself. In the end, he
decided I was strong enough to be able to handle it. And, you are very
lucky to be sharing this with me, since it works best only with the
people you trust."
With that, she pours a fair amount of the slightly luminescent,
pearl
coloured potion into my cupped hands, and says "Okay, time for you to
give me that massage that you do so well."
As, she stands before me, I begin to rub the potion onto my
lovers body
beginning with her lustrous, dark hair; down her face, neck, shoulders.
I proceed to her chest, her lovely breasts, all the while kneading it
into her body, which contorts under my grip, and continues to awaken her
pleasure. "Mmmmm....", I hear in quiet anticipation; I move down the
hips; her vagina; her legs. There is a little giggle as I finish at her
feet; I watch the toes curl & flex, and i am surprised that the magic
lotion has covered her entire body in one dose, while disappearing
completely out of my hands.
"Now for you...I hope this works!", and she kneels in front of
me,
pouring a little more of the lotion into her hand. I am already quite
stiff in anticipation, with a light touch, massages the cream onto my
dick with her fingers, making it tingly, and making it grow a little
more. "This may not work right away, so I won't ruin the surprise for
you", she says, and grinning, give the head of my penis a sharp tap,
which makes it sway back & forth a little, and gives me a shiver.
My lover then grabs hold of the vertical bar, and with a wink,
says
"C'mon you pervert, grab hold of my ankles."
So I do, and I begin to pull. Now, I have figured out what the
hooks
are for, so i stretch her to the corner, and pull her legs around the
hook. I then continue on to the next corner, and then the next;
pulling, stretching my girl into a long rope; she begins to moan, eyes
closed. When I return to where her hands are, she is pulled out about
40 feet long; two inches thick. She is a little breathless, but
whispers loudly, "Now, get on the turntable...". I get on, still
pulling, and slide my feet into the straps. I see a switch at the base,
and surmise that I must flip it to proceed with our adventure. And so,
I stand, rotating, we rotate, and my beautiful lover starts to wind
around me, binding me. I am the spool, and my lover is the rope.
Eventually, she covers me, from my ankles to my chest, but my arms are
free. Finally, she lets go of the bar, and with a swoosh, her arms fly
around the room, wrapping me up tight, her hands whack my ass and then
grab tight.
After she catches her breath, she lengthens her neck until she
can face
me; "Oh baby, get inside..."
I have to explore the rope bodystocking, which is now undulating
and
warm all over me, to find my lover's pussy. It is now very long; my
left hand finds the bottom of the slit near my hip, the right finds the
top near my chest. I start to tease her pussy open with my fingers; I
am getting so hot to please her; then I start plunging into her warm
moistness with both hands; her sharp inhale says I've hit the right
spot.
Rubbing, massaging, I feel myself through her skin; this makes
us both
moan. My right hand has found her clitoris; my fingers try to gather up
as much as i can, i pull & stretch it; pull and stretch. It slips
though my wanting fingers; it feels incredible for both of us.
"Oh, yesss......."; her orgasm is so intense the pulsing nearly
makes
me fall over, I am breathless myself. Suddenly, I feel such a power in
my groin, as the magic takes effect and my dick starts growing all on
its own. By now, we are sitting down. Three feet long, and getting
longer, I think I will pass out from so much pleasure. My lover can see
this, and she smiles. I don't know how, but now her feet have my cock,
they stretch and contract, pulling it even longer. Her dextrous toes
direct this snake towards her own sex, so now her feet, her cunt, her
whole body are making me so high. I am plunging deeper, longer inside;
surrounded by & enveloped by her.
At last, I come. She does too; again. In the ensuing
explosion, I
disappear from myself. I have become an orgasm. I am her orgasm. I am
my lover, and she is me....
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