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Subject: {ASSM} Sex Burns Blue {TapestryOfWords} (Cyber/MF)
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 06:10:04 -0500
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Sex Burns Blue
By Tapestry of Words



Disclaimer: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity and shouldn't be made accessible to minors.  
I, the author take no responsibility if this restriction is 
not upheld.


Copyright JPB, 2001


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[How do you wish to see?]

(Through your eyes.)

[How do you wish to sense?]

(Through your touch)

[How do you wish to love?]

(With your heart.)

[How do you wish to taste?]

(With your tongue.)

[How do you wish to live?]

(With your love.)

[How do you wish to perish?]

(Wrapped in your lips. Ground between your teeth. Clawed through by your 
nails. Saturated in your kiss. Smothered in your caress. Loved by you, 
Goddess.)

[Do you want me?]

(Yes.)

[Do you want me?]

(Oh, Goddess. Yes. I ache for you.)

[Do you want to taste me?]

(Mmm, yes.)

[Will you bow before me and worship me?]

(On unworthy knees.)

[Will you bow before me and love me without question?]

(With every ounce of my undying being. Forever and always.)

[Then you may have me.]

This was sex the way it was meant to be; the ultimate shared experience. The 
erotic twist of interconnected diodes and binary codes surged through their 
craniums in a sensual dance of unbridled sexual euphoria. Both Connected 
writhed and twisted in place, the synthetic stimuli imbedded into their flesh 
sending pulses of orgasmic joy through every limb, every orifice, allowing 
them to feel not only their own sensations, doubled through the use of 
chemical stimulants released into their brains in timed intervals, but also 
to feel what the other was feeling as well.

Sweat beaded on the Controller's forehead. A single drop slithered down her 
neck on a past rivulet of other such crystal beads, collecting at her sternum 
between her bare breasts. They heaved as her breathing intensified, a soft, 
groaning whimper barely escaping her lips, then another, and another. Each 
time the sound came louder as her entire body began to spasm. 

She could feel herself grunt through him; could hear herself the way he heard 
her; feel herself the way he felt her with hungry hands; could taste what he 
tasted, the metallic saline of the sweat on her neck as his lips feasted upon 
the tender flesh there, she could feel his pain as her nails dug deep into 
his back, leaving marks that, were they not connected through cyberspace, 
would surely scar his taut flesh.

It was an act of unison, they weren't just fucking one another; they were 
fucking themselves at the same time. Twice the pleasure, twice the 
exhilaration, and it left the Connected twice as satisfied. Not only did it 
double the pleasure--for not only were you feeling what you felt, but what 
the other person felt at the exact same time--but when the climax came, it 
was always together, always twice as strong.

But she was the best in the business for a reason. She'd hacked the 
connection code and set it so that when the climax came, the stimuli would 
loop. The feeling wouldn't only double, but continue to intensify as it 
magnified itself, prompting orgasm after orgasm, after orgasm until sensors 
indicated that one or the other's heart couldn't take much more.

Her thought was too much for him to bear, stimulated him too much because it 
made him anxious and brought him to the climax that much quicker. It rolled 
through both of the Connected in a rushing torrent of shuddering ecstasy that 
racked their bodies to their sensual peaks and pushed past that, into levels 
of pleasure the human body was unaccustomed to. She could feel her wet, 
soiled loins and feel his as well while they were still connected. She lay 
there, panting, feeling his quenched thirst, his sated contentment. One could 
never truly get used to this, the afterglow of the ultimate sexual 
experience. Everything seemed to burn blue for a minute, while the senses 
recuperated from the assault. For some, it took an entire hour before they 
could even speak again, let alone move.

She felt him pull slowly out of her before he terminated the connection. It 
was his way of teasing the Mistress, the same every evening with that 
agonizingly paced grinding of sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh. But 
she was always left with a tired smile as she fell asleep to dream about 
their next connection again the following night.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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