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Subject: {ASSM} Deeply Madly Kimberly
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Deeply... Madly... Kimberly...

I have never met Kimberly, nor have we spoken on the telephone. Yet I feel
that I know her and have known her intimately. Should we meet, we would
converse like we were old friends who saw each
other every day. Yet through the unique medium of the Chat Room, we DO meet
almost every day, and we have shared special moments in more private
cyber-settings... not real, you say? I disagree. 

The electronic marvels of our age have enabled human minds to meet,
communicate, even share love. It may not be belly to belly, but it is mind
to mind. The power of the human imagination cannot be
underestimated, and I give thanks daily for the opportunity to float
through cyber-space and touch other minds, other imaginations, other
islands in the cyber-sea.

One of these islands... lush, exotic, mysterious, nurturing, enlightening... is
Kimberly. 

Should my cyber-sailing ship be tossed and torn by storms of electrons, may
the warm waves carry me to her fragrant, golden beach...

 

The day dawned grey and damp, November's chill rain falling unhindered
through the bare branches of the trees. 

Alone in my bed, I listen to the rattle of rain on the roof, a lonely
sound... but lonely I am not, because I will have a special visitor today.

She will come, we will meet at last... will bright sparks fly or will
deeply-banked embers smolder?

Husband gone to work, children gone to school, alone again with my
thoughts. I start my computer and call up a favorite picture... there! 

Her dark eyes bore into mine, they call to me, deep wells of limitless
passion. Skin as soft as satin, pale gold like a summer afternoon...
my lips will paint her warm canvas with tones of passion, my tongue will
trace the contours of her topography, engraving them into my
memory... Her pose combines child-like innocence with the promise of adult
pleasures to come, a combination that is irresistible. Come to
me, come now...

I wait for her, mind and heart racing. Calm down, Susan, and save your
excitement! I do some laundry, vacuum, check my internet auctions,
listen to a CD... The Beach Boys' "Friends": 

"Take all the time you need, it's a lovely night, if you decide to come,
you're gonna do it right"... 

I go online and go to my room at DT, but nobody's there and I feel myself
tense up... she's coming, closer... 

"I wash the dishes and I rinse out the sink, like a busy bee. I make up a
song as I'm working along, no one's watching me. I wish that you
were here to help me dry, when's the last time you baked me a pie, you had
a way of making it come alive, it's not to late for you to take
a drive..."

I look out my window and see a car approaching. Long and low, a big car,
all curves... it's pulling into my driveway! What's the license
plate say? Is that "HIYA"? It must be her!

Quickly I check my face in the mirrored closet door, what will she think of
me? Too late now, a soft knock sounds at the door... I open it,
and our eyes meet, lock, a moment of silence. I nervously giggle to break
the spell, and invite her in. She's so petite compared to me, and
she carries herself with a confident bearing. As she steps inside, I catch
the scent of her perfume and my mind goes blank, all my
carefully practiced phrases, gone... panic! She's taking off her coat as she
looks around and I remember my manners and take it from
her... my hand touches hers and a spark jumps between us! We laugh, and I
suddenly feel comfortable again. I'm in the presence of a dear
friend, and have nothing to fear. The laughter tapers off, and we gaze upon
each other.... Those deep brown eyes, I could fall into them

and be forever lost... She must sense what I'm feeling as she moves closer,
we are drawn to each other. My arms reach for her, we
embrace, our eyes never losing contact: green to brown, brown to green... now
our lips meet - was that another spark? Pressing against
each other, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, as I had always imagined it
would be. No, better than I imagined, better than my "swet
dreams" of Kim. With effort we come slightly apart, and I take her small
soft hand, leading her to my bedroom. Not a word is said, there
is no need for words now. We're thinking alike, we want the same thing:
each other. In front of the bed in my dimly lit room, we come
together again. But there's something between us... our clothing. My fingers,
shaking, go to the zipper that runs down the back of her
deep blue satin dress. Her steady ones move to the hem of my green sweater,
and begin to lift it. At that moment her dress slips off of
her shoulders, and I pull my sweater over my head. Again her slender
fingers dart out, and open the front clasp of my bra. My breasts
practically burst from their confinement... into Kimberly's waiting hands!
I toss my head back, luxuriating in the feeling of her warm soft
hands on my breasts, and shudder as she begins to softly move her hands
over them. I open the top button of my jeans and unzip the
zipper causing the loose denims to slide down my legs, I step out of them.
A low moan escape's Kim's lips as she notices that I'm not
wearing any panties. Then I reach around her to unclasp her bra, and gasp
as it falls away and our breasts touch. I can see that she's
flushed as she slowly and seductively pulls down her metallic blue thong
panties, my god, her body is beautiful! A shiver runs through me,
she sees it, and she also sees my nipples hardening. She brushes past me
and lifts the comforter on my bed. "Come in, it's cold out there",
she says with a devilish grin. I follow her into my bed, and we face each
other. We each know that this is what we had been waiting for...
which one of us will make the first move? Both of us move at the same time,
and smiling at each other, we kiss. I stroke my hand down the
side of her body, and she does the same to me. Our tongues touch, dancing
together then swirling away. My hand is vibrating as it glides
over Kim's curves, glorying in her soft warm silky skin. I reach far down
and cup her bottom, then move up again to her shoulder, then
down to her breast. Still thinking alike, we move our heads to kiss each
other's breasts... clonk! Laughing again, I motion for her to be
still and I bow my head to her neck. My tongue traces a path from her
clavicle to her earlobe and I then plant a row of kisses along that
line, feeling her sigh and breathe deeply. I tickle her ear with my tongue,
tracing the pale, shell-like contours of it and making her gasp
as it pokes into the little hole. Then downward I move, kissing and
nuzzling, across her throat and onto her chest. A nipple moves into
view, but I won't touch it yet... I kiss her breasts softly, then with more
pressure. Kim is softly moaning now, and I let her nipple find my
mouth. Gently I explore her nipple with my tongue, swirling it slowly
around the base and then lightly flicking across the top. Her back is
arching now, she's responding to my attentions. I release her nipple and
take the other one into my mouth, biting it ever so softly I feel it
grow and firm up in my mouth. As I do this, my hand has been stroking her
warm body, as a blind woman reads a new and unfamiliar
braille book. My fingers move through her soft pubic hair, and come away
wet and sticky. As I bring them to my mouth, I gaze into
Kimberly's eyes, I want to see her reaction as I taste her for the first
time. To my surprise, she growls, and pins my arms down as she
rolls on top of me! She kisses me deeply and forcefully as she grinds her
mound into mine, there must be sparks flying down there but I
can't see them! Still straddling me, she releases my arms and brings her
head to my breasts, taking each nipple into her mouth in turn,
raking the sides of them with her teeth. Her hands push my breasts together
and now she has both nipples in her mouth, her sharp yet soft
tongue flicking from one nipple to the other... my hips are bucking now, and
I gasp in deep breaths. Again that devilish grin, and she
suddenly pivots around so that she's face to face with my mound, and I to
hers. I take in the beauty of her femaleness... soft dark hair
framing her pink lips, almost hiding the wetness within... the scent of musk,
a forest floor, ripe tropical fruit, and sex. The moment passes
and we kiss each other, silent no longer as we explore each other's sex.
Kimberly's taste is in my mouth and in my mind, I drink eagerly at
her fountain, searching like a hummingbird for more sweet nectar. The
feeling of her active tongue and soft lips against my pussy is
beyond incredible, beyond explanation. I want to hold out against the
approaching tidal wave, but I know I'm helpless to resist for much
longer. Wanting to come together, I intensify my probing of her sweet pussy
and direct my attentions to the sweet pink pearl nestled
between her lips. I caress it gently at first with my lips and tongue, then
with increasing pressure and friction, taking my cue from the
passionate sounds emanating from Kimberly. She has found my clit now also,
and as she sucks it her fingers slide into me. The feeling is
indescribable, a roaring fills my mind as the wave comes to take me away...
As if from a great distance I can hear Kim's voice calling,
announcing her orgasm. I dip my tongue into her pussy and I can feel her
muscles spasming around my tongue, and her sweet juices fill my
mouth. The great wave recedes, taking my strength with it, leaving me with
a sense of deep fulfillment. Kimberly, above me still, shudders
delicately with the last few spasms of her orgasm. I kiss her pussy
tenderly, lovingly, and run my tongue gently up and down the line of
her lips, kissing them softly, not wanting the moment to end. My arms
clutch her slight but strong body to mine, we are one entity united
by passion and desire. Now she raises herself, swivels around and faces me
once again, her face wet with my juices. I kiss her and taste
my own taste, as she tastes herself on my lips... we gaze into each other's
eyes for a long time, and the world slips away...

I wake alone, the pale light of dawn creeping into my bedroom. Where was
Kimberly? Was she here at all, or was I dreaming the most
wonderful dream? Sighing, I swing my legs out of bed, stand up and enter
the bathroom.

A patch of blue catches my eye... on the chair is a pair of metallic blue
thong panties...




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