Message-ID: <29472asstr$985259404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <TapestryOfWords@aol.com> From: TapestryOfWords@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <46.124a81da.27eae63f@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Sex Burns Blue {TapestryOfWords} (Cyber/MF) Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 06:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29472> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman 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 -------------------- [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. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+