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Subject: {ASSM} "Want" by artie (MF, FD, hyp)
Date: Wed,  2 May 2001 08:10:03 -0400
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Want


**a9** Copyright 2001 by <a
href="mailto:artie@netgate.net">silli_artie@hotmail.com</a>

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you
are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.
 Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out,
you should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

	"Three, eyes open, back with me again..."

	He opened his eyes, sitting up and looking around the unfamiliar
room.  A bedroom -- he was in a bedroom, sitting up on a bed,
naked, his feet touching a cool wood floor.  Where were his
clothes?

	He looked over to where he'd heard her voice, and his breath
caught.

	She was about five foot six, in bare feet, wearing a long,
simple skirt and a soft fuzzy top.  Her oval face was framed by
jet-black hair down past her shoulders.  She stood in front of a
curtained window, the flower print of the curtains muting the
light from the outside.  Her smile and eyes penetrated him. 
Looking into her eyes, he remembered the soft fullness of her
breasts, her long, oval fingernails, and what they did to him as
they ran over his body.  He remembered a butterfly tattoo above
her right breast, the blues, oranges, and greens of its wings
contrasting with the thin black outline.

	"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, stepping forward.  Her
hips swayed gently, and the fabric of her dress made a soft
sound.

	He was confused, looking at her.

	She smiled, taking another step closer.

	He felt ... apprehension, longing, and yet at the same time,
comfort and ease.

	She nodded.  "This is what you wanted.  You wanted to give
yourself to me, didn't you?"

	He nodded, moving his head slightly.  He could feel it in his
chest and in his legs -- he wanted to give himself to her.

	"You wanted me to hypnotize you, deeply.  You wanted to go under
in one place and wake up in another, not knowing how you got
there, or why..."

	He sighed, nodding.  Oh how he wanted that -- and it was
happening.

	"And are you awake now, or are you still hypnotized?" she asked,
smiling.

	He didn't know.  He wasn't sure.  Had this been a mistake?

	"And what's going to happen next?  What am I going to do with
you?" she asked softly, taking half a step back.

	Now his heart was beating with anticipation, and fear.  How he
wanted her -- but he couldn't speak, or move his arms.  Why?  All
he could do was look at her, sigh, and long for her.

	Her smile shifted.  She slowly took off her soft, sensuous top,
revealing her full breasts bulging slightly from the tops of her
bra.

	"Oh, you love my breasts, don't you?" she whispered, caressing
her breasts, taking another step forward.  "You love to suck on
them and be lost in them, don't you?"

	He sighed, trying to reach for her.  He was so hungry for her.

	She continued caressing her breasts through the soft satiny
fabric of her bra as she took another step closer.

	"Oh, but which breast am I going to give you?  Which one?  One
will send you deep into hypnosis, and the other will get you so
aroused...  Which one?  The sleepy breast, or the sexy breast?"

	She took another step closer, moving her hands behind her to
unclasp her bra.  "The sleepy breast, taking you so deep, or the
sexy breast, making you so hard?  Sleepy or sexy?  Sexy or
sleepy?"

	She dropped her bra, shaking her head, shaking her soft, black
mane out over her shoulders, taking another step closer, her legs
between his on the bed.  He could feel the warmth radiating from
her body, and almost taste her nipples, inches away.

	"Put your arms around my waist," she whispered, and his body
obeyed.

	His eyes were focused on the butterfly peeking out from behind
wisps of her soft, black hair, his mouth open slightly in
anticipation.  He knew if he watched the butterfly long enough,
it would fly away, and take him floating away with it

	She slid her arms up his, sending a moan and a shudder through
him.  She drew his head to her chest beneath her breasts,
pressing his ear to her.  "Hold me," she whispered.

	His arms obeyed, holding her waist, while her arms slid around
his head and squeezed him gently.  He sighed and moaned, feeling
himself falling again.

	She laughed softly as she held him.  "Oh no you don't -- stay
with me -- awake again."

	His head cleared and his eyes opened, even though he wanted to
leave them closed, leave them closed and sink back down, down,
down...

	She squeezed his head tight, and he moaned.  Fragments of
memories floated through his mind -- kissing her long, oval
fingernails, so smooth, painted such a dark, deep blue; being on
his back, feeling those fingernails rake up his thighs and
abdomen; kissing her thick, soft hair; on his back, feeling her
hair touch his face, his back arching.

	More memories -- pleading with her, telling her he was sure that
was what he wanted; looking into her eyes, feeling fingertips at
his temples, her voice soft and low.

	Her soft laugh turned into a low growl.  She released his head
and took half a step back.  His head returned to center; his
mouth tried to capture a nipple as it moved by.

	"Oh, not yet you don't," she said, moving back a little further.
 "Which one will it be?  The sexy breast, or the sleepy breast? 
Sleepy or sexy?  Sexy or sleepy?"  She laughed again, moving her
breasts in front of him.

	"Take off my skirt," she ordered.

	Even as his hands moved, he knew she wouldn't be wearing
panties.  He slipped his hands under the elastic waistband of her
skirt and slid it down her legs as far as he could reach without
moving his torso.

	She stepped back, slipping out of his arms so easily, as easily
as she finished slipping out of her skirt.  With a sigh and a
chuckle she reached out with her right index finger, pushing on
his chest, and pushed him to his back on the bed.

	He fell back stiffly, not even able to break his own fall,
looking up at the ceiling.

	"Oh, you are happy to see me," she said with a laugh.

	He trembled at the touch of her fingers on his hot, hard cock. 
He felt the bed move, and moaned at the soft caress of her hair
moving up his legs.

	"Oh, such a strong man," she whispered.  "And all your strength
is right where it will please me."  She sheathed his cock in her
hair and pumped it slowly, lasciviously.

	He moaned underneath her, unable to move.  He recalled her
words, draining his strength, moving all his strength to his
cock.  Fear as well as pleasure moved through him -- she had such
control over him.

	As he sighed, giving in, letting go of his internal struggle,
the exquisite torment ceased, and he felt her moving again.  He
felt her delicious breasts slide along his cock, then press into
him.

	"Which will it be?  The sexy breast, or the sleepy breast? 
Which do you want more?  Which do you think you want more, and
which do you really want more?  Sooo deeeep in hypnosis, or sooo
deeeep inside me?"

	As she spoke and pressed against him, he breathed faster, almost
panting.  What did he want more?  He didn't know.  He wasn't sure
-- he wasn't sure.

	She moved again, sliding up his body, until she was sitting on
him, her hands pressing on his shoulders as she rocked her hips.

	"Oh, that's nice.  I could take you now, and ride you...  But
first..."

	He felt her moving up his body again, moving until her legs were
by his head.  He inhaled deeply through his nose in anticipation,
and felt her warmth approaching.

	"Adore me," she said, lowering herself on to his face.

	He adored her with his lips and tongue, learning he was able to
move his head and neck to please her.  He couldn't get enough of
her taste, and each moan from her sent sparks of pleasure through
him.

	When she finally moved down, sitting on his chest, he continued
kissing her stomach.

	"That was good," she panted, pressing her belly to him.

	She slid lower again, taking him all the way inside her in one
motion, bringing moaning sighs from them both.

	"Oh yes!" she cried.  He felt her fingernails digging into his
shoulders a she pressed her hands against him, rocking her hips.
He moaned -- not in pleasure, but with desire -- how he wanted to
be able to move, to please her better.

	"Hold my waist, love me," she panted.

	That set part of him free, and his hands leaped to her waist,
pulling her closer as he rocked his hips to meet hers.

	She cried out as she came again.

	He felt her lean forward, her hips taking a new rhythm.

	"Open your eyes," she said.

	He opened his eyes, and saw her above him, her breasts bouncing
gently, playing counterpoint to the motion of her hips.

	"Which is it going to be?  The sleepy breast or the sexy breast?
 The sleepy one or the sexy one?  Which do you really want? 
Which do you really need?"

	He moaned almost continually as her hips took a new urgency in
their rhythm, his eyes following her breasts.  He was getting so
close -- it felt so good -- but as she asked, "Sexy or sleepy? 
Sleepy or sexy?" he couldn't decide.  He wanted them both, he
needed them both.

	"Sleepy or sexy?  Sexy or sleepy?" she chanted, swing her
breasts above him, lowering herself slowly as she rocked, getting
closer to another orgasm.

	"Which will it be?  Sleepy or sexy?  Sexy or sleepy?  Sleepy or
... ahhhh!"

	His eyes transfixed on her breasts, he felt her body momentarily
stiffening on top of him, then her moan as she came, shifting her
hips, circling them on top of him.

	"Come!" she commanded, squeezing his shoulders.

	He cried out as his body complied once more, pumping into her.

	She sighed, moving her hips, enjoying the rich sensation of
being filled.

	His vision cleared enough to notice her breasts getting closer.
Her hand moved from his left shoulder to under his head.  She
rolled her hips, extracting another pulse from deep within him.

	"This is what you want.  This is what you need," she whispered.

	He took her nipple in his mouth and sighed as she lowered
herself a little more, and pulled his head to her.  His eyes
drifted closed.

FIN 
4/30/2001 

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