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Subject: {ASSM} Satin Sheets {Kitten Cream} (MF, Rom, light bond, oral)
Date: Wed, 23 May 2001 07:10:02 -0400
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Satin Sheets by Kitten Cream (c) May, 2001 (MF, Rom, light bond, oral)

Don't read this if you are underage or aren't allowed to wherever you
live. Feedback and suggestions are welcome! Email nethangos@yahoo.com.
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This story is dedicated to...You know who you are!

*********
I'm asleep, curled on my side in a king size bed. The bed is covered by
a satin burgundy sheet and two pillows. I'm lying on top of the sheet,
one pillow under my head, hair spread around me. I'm wearing a grey
Vassar T-shirt and white cotton underwear, breasts straining at the
front of the shirt, nipples erect from my dreams.

I wake up when I try to turn over and get only as far as my back.
Slowly, lashes fluttering sleepily, I awaken, wondering what has brought
me out of a deep sleep. I focus on a figure standing next to the
bed...It's you! 

You watch, arms folded on your chest, a small smile playing on your
sensual lips, as I realize that I'm tied to the bedpost. One arm is
outstretched, and a satin strip of cloth encircling my wrist is lightly
bound to the carved cherry bedpost. I gasp and tug on my arm. I begin to
reach the other arm up to untie myself, and I suddenly realize you've
only tied one wrist - I am otherwise unbound.

The possibilities swirl through my mind. This is a game! A sexy game.
I've often told you how I fantasize about giving up control. I smile,
licking my lips nervously at the same time (after all, it's only been a
fantasy up to this point. What's going to happen now?). You uncross your
arms and lean over me, trailing one hand down my body as you watch my
eyes: from bound wrist, down bare arm to cloth-covered shoulder (raising
goosebumps in your wake), over one plump breast, lingering to pluck
lightly at my straining nipple. Down slightly curving belly, sleep
warmed flesh shivering under your light touch, down...toward my thighs.
As your fingertips linger over the incredibly sensitive flesh just above
my mound, I moan for the first time and my eyes flutter closed.

You whisper, "Open your eyes. I want to watch you."

I try to lift eyelids weighted by both embarrassment and quickly peaking
arousal. Finally, I comply. You deliberately slide your gaze down my
body, drawing my eyes helplessly with yours, to watch your hand tease
me. Not quite touching where I so want you to touch. My legs part
shamelessly, hips tilt upwards in offering...I move my bound arm, just
to feel the delicious sensation of the satin cloth holding it securely.
I'm breathing hard in anticipation. You know this is erotic agony for
me, being made to wait. You deliberate your next move...

Slowly, oh so slowly, one fingertip slides whisper-soft over cotton
panties, toward the pad of flesh above my pearl. You feel the heat
rising from between my thighs, watch as a flush creeps up my chest
toward my face. This is as much a turn-on for you as for me. Drawing out
the anticipation gives you a rush. You slide your finger over the gusset
of my panties, pressing into the channel between my nether lips. Your
finger slides toward my clitoris, circling 'round it lightly, a ticklish
presence. You glance at my face. I am staring dreamily at the ceiling,
concentrating on the feelings. You press two fingers against me, slide
them up and down and feel a damp spot form on my panties. The exquisite
pleasure jerks my legs closed. I involuntarily reach down with my
unbound hand and grip the wrist trapped between my thighs.

You place your free hand over mine, gently prying my fingers away. "Uh,
uh. Open your legs, Shayla." Then, purposely misunderstanding why I have
grabbed your hand, "it's my turn to touch you. We'll watch you touch
yourself later." You smile, knowing how embarrassed I am at *this*
memory.

You raise my free hand over my head, laying it on the pillow. I subside,
knowing I can trust you, still feeling quite vulnerable. You are fully
dressed, I am barely covered. And your hand between my legs cups my most
private spot. A flock of butterflies parties in my tummy. Deep breaths
don't help.

You move my legs over slightly, sitting down next to me on the bed. Your
hand never leaves the warm nest between my thighs. The smallest
movements are maddening as you position yourself more comfortably.

Once seated, you settle your free hand on my right thigh and further
part my legs. I whimper. Wetness flows to meet your touch. This feeling
of openness excites me. Your eyes flicker back and forth between your
hand darkly outlined against the narrow strip of white cotton between my
thighs, and the two stiff nipples pushing against my t-shirt. You leave
your hand on my thigh, a heavy reminder, as you take us to the next
level. Our breathing - nay, panting - synchronizes as you press against
the entrance to my body. The cotton is taut, ungiving - your fingers can
only push in a half inch, but you are rewarded by a positive gush of
wetness and another whimper. "Please?" I beg huskily. 

"Please what? Tell me what you want," you instruct me.

"Please touch me." I whisper. Blood rushes hotly through my veins, heart
pounds in my ears.

"Touch you where?" you tease.

"There! Between my legs!" I'm not quite bold enough to say what you want
to hear. In retaliation you move your hands to my inner thighs and
massage gently. "Here?" you ask me.

"No! Touch m-my...cu-cunny," I stammer. You smile at the slightly
archaic term, but finally comply, giving me what I want, what I need.
One hand moves the gusset of my panties aside, the other runs up and
down the tender, wet flesh revealed. Two fingers dip briefly inside,
gathering moisture to rub over my clitoris. I gasp at the electric
sensation of your bare flesh against mine. I push my hips toward your
hands, trying to draw you deeper. I can feel the heat of your body
pressed against me on the bed. Hear your breathing. Smell aroused male.
See the lust-flush mantling your cheekbones. 

I've kept both arms obediently over my head until now. The sensation of
being helpless spurs my arousal. I am incredibly, unbelievably close to
the point of no return. Much more quickly than usual. I want so much to
touch you, to hug you and kiss you and thank you for the wonderful way
you touch me. It's a strange mixture of lust and tenderness swirling
through my brain.

"Please, Michael, I want...," I break off with a moan. Your touch has
become suddenly insistent, deep, fast, two fingers plunging into me and
spearing apart, driving me rapidly toward that incredible summit. And
then...you withdraw your fingers, push my legs open and kneel between
them. You stare into my eyes as you bring your glistening fingers to
your mouth. "Mmmm, I love your cream, Shayla," you say quietly, savoring
each shocking syllable. You slowly lick your fingers.

I can't stand this! I need something inside me, filling me. You slide
two fingers slowly back inside me, raise them to my mouth. "Taste
yourself," you tell me. I've never done this before. I'm a little
shocked, but so turned on I don't question you. I obediently open my
mouth. You slide your fingers over my bottom lip - I blush at how wet I
am, the juices literally drip off your fingertips. The smell is not
unpleasant, slightly different than semen. The taste is...slightly
salty, like sea water, tangy. I lick between your fingers, sucking them
into my mouth. You groan for the first time. I revel in the sound. The
sight of me suckling on your juice-covered fingers is evocative,
tantalizing...you almost lose control.

You remove your fingers and use both hands to hold my thighs open, then
bend your head and lick me slowly, lingeringly. "Oh God! That's it,
that's it!" I cry out encouragement, hoping you won't stop this time.
You don't. Your talented tongue licks, stabs, and swirls. Your teeth
join the fray, nibbling on my clitoris, raking gently along the inside
of my thigh. I can't watch, I can't breathe, this is so...so...intimate.
You're focused so intently on my pleasure, my fulfillment. It's a
mind-blowing, humbling experience.

Only a few minutes of this concentrated attention, and the sensations
overwhelm me. Contractions sweep through my sheath and I cry out,
yanking against the velvet restraint. You continue to tongue me, thumb
pressing rhythmically against my clit, until my orgasm subsides. I
collapse bonelessly into the bed, sweaty, enthralled.

You patiently wait, undressing as I calm. You lean over and untie my
wrist, massaging my arm and lowering it to my side.

"You didn't cum?" I ask almost lazily. The aftermath of orgasm feels so
peaceful, serene, halcyon.

"No, that time was for you. We'll do it together this time." You sound
self-assured, completely convinced that I'll have another orgasm so
soon. 

"I don't usually cum one right after another," I warn you
half-heartedly. After all, even if I don't make it over the peak,
climbing the mountain feels really good.

"We'll take as much time as you need. I think you can do it, given the
right encouragement."

"And you think you're the right man for the job?" I ask.

"It's like this, little one: It's not a job..." I chorus along with him,
"...it's an adventure!" We laugh together. Butterflies are suddenly
swirling around in my stomach. For some reason, laughing together like
this, in the midst of lovemaking, pushes the right buttons. I want you
again, now, fiercely, inside me. You catch my hot glance at your
erection.

"Oh, so now you think it might be possible?" you ask. You tease me by
slowly running one hand from the base of your cock, up to the tip,
gathering the droplets of precum along the way. Then you run your hand
back down and cup your sac. You know it turns me on to see a man openly
touching himself, savoring the textures and stimulating the nerve
endings in his penis. I jackknife into a sitting position, sweep my hair
over one shoulder, and pull you into a fast, furious kiss. You come up
for air, sputtering, "Hey, now wait a minute..." You hadn't intended me
to take an aggressive role this time. I put one hand on your chest,
ignoring your words, and push you onto your back. 

"Lie still," I tell you. You subside, surprised but also excited. I
fondle your body, stroking and caressing between your legs. Psyching
myself up for something I've always wanted to do. I've sucked and licked
you before, but this time I'm going to swallow you to the root and milk
you in the tight sleeve of my throat. You cry out, some half-formed
epithet, when my hair caresses your chest and I lick my way down the vee
of hair on your chest, to your navel and down to the base of your cock.

"Jesus, Shayla! Suck me or fuck me, but stop teasing me!" I ignore your
plea, take my time in sliding the tip of your cock slowly into my mouth.
My mouth is flooded with saliva in anticipation. The idea that you so
hotly *want* this turns me on hard. I lock my lips just below the head
and suck you. I flutter my tongue over the urethral opening, dipping 
into you, and feel additional moisture well up.  I lick it up, just as
you licked me. Tastes saltier than my own juice, the texture slightly
thicker. I lick you again, savoring your moans in the otherwise quiet
room. Then I begin to work more and more of your rock-hard erection into
my mouth, fighting to stay relaxed as you approach my soft palette. This
is the point where my gag reflex has always kicked in, but today I want
so badly to do this, to take all of you. You slide over my tongue, skin
soft and hot. I can feel a vein pulsing with your blood flow against my
tongue. I hummmm with pleasure, the vibration in my mouth further
stimulates you. This is wondrous, tender and sexual at the same time.

I stop briefly, with only an inch to go, to bob my head up and down the
shaft. Saliva shines on the skin revealed as I pull my head back. I
maintain constant suction on the head of your cock. I look up at you.
Your face is red, your eyes are steady on me, taking in every movement.
I swallow you easily, completely, in that moment. You groan, call out,
jerk your hips involuntarily - are you trying to pull away? I won't let
you.

I hold your hips down as well as I can, sucking your cock slowly in and
out only a couple of inches. You warn me, "I'm going to...Oh,
God!...cumming...!" I can *feel* the path of the sperm up your shaft and
into my throat. I can't taste it, you are too far inside my throat. I
pull back slightly so I won't choke, feel the spurts spatter against the
back of my mouth and swallow quickly. The sensation of my throat muscles
convulsing around you as I swallow is too much. You reach down, pull my
head back just as the last spasm spurts your cum against the tender skin
of my throat. I rub it slowly into my skin, watching as you gradually
calm.

We curl up together for a nap in the late afternoon sunshine, and I
drift off to sleep feeling your fingers running slowly through my hair. 

*********

Hope you enjoyed this fantasy! I certainly enjoyed writing it. ;) 
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