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From: "Shon Richards" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Chopstick by Shon Richards  (M/F, one chopstick) 
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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	This is a story about sexual acts between a man, a woman and a
chopstick.  This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. 
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"Chopstick"
By Shon Richards

	We were wide-awake in bed together.  The conversation had kept
us awake, and then the sex had recharged us.  A quick run to the
kitchen satisfied the last of our cravings except the need to
still be together.  It was after a brief discussion about the
erotic value of earlobes that I first realized that her hair was
still in her bun.
	
	"Is that a chopstick in your hair?"  I asked, noticing it in the
candlelight.

	"Yes," Nina answered.  "I couldn't find the other one, but it
only took one to wind my hair up."

	"Sit up, I want to try something," asked her.

	Nina sat up in the bed, the sheets falling from her breasts. 
Her bare back was distracting, but I kept to my original purpose.
 I pulled the chopstick out, and watched the long black hair
cascade down her shoulders.

	"Just as I thought," I said.

	"What?" Nina asked, turning her head and looking at meimpishly.

	"There was a chorus of angels when your hair came free," Isaid.

	There was silence, followed by a laugh that couldn't be
restrained any more.  "You can be so lame sometimes," she
laughed.

	"That's true," I admitted.  "But I can also be creative.  I wish
I had noticed this chopstick sooner.  Chopsticks are one of the
most neglected sex toys there are."

	"Impossible," she laughed.  "Look at it.  It's too slender to
get a woman off.  It's thinner than my finger, how can it be a
sex toy?"

	"I bet I could use it to bring you another climax," I dared.

	Nina's laugh was husky and challenging.  "After what we just
did?  You would lose that bet, lover."

	"Then we're on," I said.  "Using only a chopstick, I will bring
you to climax."

	Nina looked at me in the darkness her eyes wide open despite the
hour.  "Go for it," she dared.

	"Go for it," I scoffed.  I rose to one arm, and wielded the
chopstick with my free hand.  "One does not 'go for it' with a
chopstick."

	"How does one use a chopstick?" Nina innocently asked.  I didn't
buy it, but I accepted the invitation.  
	
	"Very gently," I said.  I brought the tip of the chopstick to
her lips, and traced the full contours of her mouth.  Her mouth
opened and her tongue flickered out but my chopstick avoided that
temptation.  Slowly, I kept circling her lips until she relaxed.

	"The chopstick should be an extension of a lover's interest," I
lectured.  I dragged the tip of the chopstick down her chin. 
Nina tilted her head back and exposed her neck.  Happily I
dragged the chopstick down that slender neck, lingering in my
favorite kissing places.

	"The chopstick also has multiple uses as far as nipples are
concerned," I said, moving the chopstick directly to her left
nipple.  Despite her protests of exhaustion, Nina's nipple was a
hard bud of arousal.  

	"Multiple uses?" Nina asked in a hushed tone.  She didn't want
me to hear the desire in her throat.

	"Oh yes," I said.  I circled her aureole with the chopstick tip.
 Her chest was rising and falling but my hand was steady and
followed her movements.

	"Like what?" Nina finally asked in a gasp.

	"Oh, it depends on your likes," I said.  "I know you like it
soft, but you also like it hard and sharp."

	"Yes," Nina hissed in agreement.

	Holding the chopstick over her nipple, I pulled back on the tip
as far as the wood would allow.  Nina closed her eyes, not
wanting to see it coming.  I counted to three silently and then
released the chopstick.

	WHACK! The sound was sharp in the quiet night as the chopstick
nailed Nina's nipple.  Nina cried out and then bit her lip as her
body shook.  The chopstick left a small red stripe that bisected
her aureole.  I wanted to suck on the new heat, but I restrained
myself.

	Instead, I moved the chopstick to her other nipple.  I teased
her hard nipple with the tip as Nina moaned slightly.  Instead of
another sharp snap, I flicked the chopstick lengthwise over her
nipple, like a windshield wiper.  Back and forth I swished the
chopstick, flicking her nipple with quicker and harder swings. 
Nina's breasts were moving as she squirmed, only causing more of
the sensitive skin to be teased.

	I stopped what I was doing and pulled back on the tip again. 
WHACK! Nina nearly sat up as the chopstick bit down on her
enflamed nipple.  Gently, I poked her full breast with the
chopstick and pushed her back down to the bed.  A nervous smile
broke on her lips.

	"And that's just what it can do for nipples," I said.  I dragged
the chopstick over her skin down her belly.  My Nina parted her
legs for me, eager for more sensation.

	I moved to between her legs, lying down so my arms were draped
over her thighs and my face was by her sex.  I took a deep breath
of her musk and knew I shouldn't tease her much longer.  It
didn't mean I wouldn't.

	I grazed the soft hairs of her sex with the chopstick.  Lightly,
sensually, I hovered over her sex.  Touching only the fine hairs,
I let her know how close she was to sex.

	"Please," Nina asked very shortly.

	The chopstick tip dropped and touched the middle of her lips.  I
pushed slightly until the tip was accepted by her sex.  Nina
shuddered and her hips tried to move but my arms on her thighs
stopped her.  She had to lie there as the 'too-small' chopstick
end penetrated her sex and teased her endlessly.

        Up I dragged the chopstick through her lips, ploughing a
tiny grove through her sex.  When I reached the top, I lowered
the tip back down through her lips till I reach the bottom end of
her lovely pussy.  I repeated my path, lazily stroking the inside
of her sex.  Her thighs kept trying to open and accept more of
the chopstick.  I couldn't allow that just yet.
	
	I withdrew the chopstick and Nina sighed in frustration.  The
end of the chopstick was slick with her juices.  I brought the
wet chopstick over her sex and simply waited.  Nina's breathing
was loud, oddly getting louder as I waited.  Finally, a single
drop of her arousal fell from the chopstick and landed on her
sex.

	"Please," Nina whimpered.

	"It looks like you believe in the power of the chopstick," I
commented.

	"Yes," Nina agreed.

	I didn't answer her.  I just lowered the chopstick to her sex
again.  This time I slid the chopstick's length down her lips. 
Her lips enfolded the lacquer, and Nina's hips tried to push
forward again.
	
	With the top and bottom of the chopstick outside of her sex, I
began a simple sawing motion.  Up and down, through the lips of
her sex, the chopstick fucked her in its own special way.  I felt
the bed shift as Nina grabbed the headboard desperately.  Nina
moaned loudly as the chopstick brought her long awaited pleasure.
 

	"I am so close," Nina hissed.

	"But not close enough, are you?" I teased, slowing the
chopstick.

	"No," Nina agreed with a defeated moan.

	"The chopstick has one last trick up its non-existent sleeve," I
said.

	I withdrew the soaked chopstick from her lips and placed the tip
right on her clit.  Nina's hips nearly threw me off with the
violence of her excitement.  I pressed down with my arms,
trapping her hips so that I could have a steady canvas.  When her
clit was still again, I stroked the little bud of her womanhood.

	Nina moaned something incoherent which told me my pace was
correct.  Flicking the clit back and forth caused Nina's hips to
twitch in the opposite direction.  Circling the clit with the
chopstick caused her hips to swivel lewdly.  Moving the chopstick
up and down over her clit caused her to buck her hips in a
fucking motion.  All of these motions only caused my own arousal
to return and I knew that MY patience was at an end as well.

	My fingers ached as I hurried the pace of the chopstick.  Back
and forth, around and round and up and down, I overwhelmed Nina
with sensations.  Her hips strained as she tried to get more,
more of anything that will help her climax.  I tightened my
pressure on her thighs, knowing the lack of movement would send
her over.

	I was right.

	"There, there, there!" Nina stuttered, instructing, requesting
and climaxing at the same time.  Her body lifted in a beautiful
arch as she gave herself over to pleasure.  I decided to cheat
and allow two of my fingers to slip into her to join her orgasm.
Being penetrated fully after so much teasing gave her another
orgasm that clenched at my fingers.

	A minute later, as she lay in my arms, she asked me a question.

	"Have you ever seen the erotic power of two chopsticks?"

	"Why yes, yes I have," I laughed.

	"But have you ever experienced it?" Nina asked with mischief in
her eyes.  She produced two more chopsticks from her nightstand.

	"Payback will be heaven," she smiled.

The end.

Let me know what you thought at Shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net

	 
	

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