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From: "Dwayne Conyers" <dwacon@theglobe.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Feather Light
Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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Shelby wanted to experience a new sensation... she wanted to know what it
feels like to have a total body orgasm.  We had spoken about it for so
long... it's as if you begin to anticipate something.  As you feel the
longing for that thing you desire... for all those right reasons that you
desire it... it's as if you can feel it... deep down inside... to the point
where you have a great hunger for it.

We planned that special day for months... and it seemed an eternity before
that moment would come... come for her.  We arose early Saturday morning...
ready for our usual time together.  You know that time... when rain is
lightly drizzling on the roof... there is no where to go and it is quiet...
so quiet that all you can hear is the sound of your lover's breath.  And as
you focus on that sound... you begin to desire that touch...

As much as I wanted to feel the wonderful warmth and wetness of being inside
of her, I ignored my stiff, throbbing member and turned my attention to the
pleasure she would be feeling later that day.  We kissed softly.  We kissed
passionately.  We kissed lusciously.  We kissed lavishly.  We kissed for
what seemed to be an eternity.  We kissed until she was so wet I could smell
the sweet fragrance of her passion rising and filling the room.

She grabbed my rock-hard member and attempted to pull me into her... but I
wanted to make her wait... to torture her with the ever-increasing feelings
of pleasure that were filling her.  In order to feel that ultimate
explosion... like a good meal... it would take a bit of preparation.  She
was already insane with desire... her ultimate satisfaction was yet to come.

We filled our old claw-foot bathtub with warm water and her favorite scented
oil.  It would take a few hours of soaking at that temperature to sensitize
her skin.  The anticipation made her crazy... and as the oil and water
wakened every nerve in her skin, she had trouble staying still.  I returned
to the bath with candles.  She pleaded for me to get in with her but I was
not going to short-cut the delicacy we were planning.  I adjusted the
temperature of the water, then took a bottle of body shampoo and massaged
her body, giving absolute attention to every inch of her lovely skin.

She sighed and moaned for me to put her out of her misery and satisfy that
hunger she felt deep inside, but I wanted to wait until she was
one-hundred-percent done.  She obediently remained in the tub... getting
drunk on the swirling waves of passion that were building up in her body.

Finally, it was time.  I helped her out of the tub but there would be no
towel.  I dried every drop of water from her glistening skin with my tongue.
Earthquake tremors shot through her body to the point where she found it
impossible to stand.  I gathered her in my arms and carried her to the bed.
I felt a violent stirring in my pants, but I would continue to defer my
satisfaction for now.

She was surprised to find rose petals strewn across the cool silk sheets of
our king-sized Victorian iron-post bed.  I lay her on her stomach and slowly
massaged her with a special mixture of oils.  After spending hours in the
bath, her skin was so sensitized that each feather-light stroke shot
high-voltage bolts of pleasure up her spine and crashing into her brain.
She tried to tell me how good I was making her feel, but she was so
enraptured with that moment that she couldn't manage to utter articulate
words... only guttural moans... primal utterances of an untamed wild
creature.

I covered her from head to toe with massage oil... front and back.  Then, I
retraced my steps with my lips and tongue.  Her breaths were fast and
shallow as I walked up the inside of one thigh with my tongue... then
circling around her holie of holies... walked back down the other thigh.
Finally... when she was completely delirious with pleasure... I wrapped my
lips around her clit and massaged it with my tongue until her entire body
convulsed in a powerful shuddering climax.  I brought her down slowly...
then sucked firmly on her button and spanked it with my tongue until she
lost consciousness and collapsed in la petit morte.

She awakened to find me kneeling between her thighs... her ankles resting on
my shoulders.  I wanted to ravish her like a marauding Viking... but wanted
to prolong her delirium.  I teased her lips with the head of my member...
around and around until the aching inside her was so great that she begged
me to come... to come inside of her.  I slowly, slooowly eased 1/2 inch
inside... then pulled it out.  She whimpered for more... so I gave her a
full inch... then pulled out.  Then, 1.5 inches... then two... then more...
and more... and more... continuing to slowly torture her.

Finally, I gave her the entire length, angling up so that I was rubbing
against her g-spot.  I placed my left hand over her mons, pressing down so
as to stimulate her spot from the inside and the outside.  My thumb rubbed
her clit as I slid in and out of her with just the right speed and rhythm
that she liked.  It wasn't long before her thighs began to tremble... her
body bent forward suddenly as all of the air shot out of her lungs.  A quick
spurt of nectar shot out of her onto my chest and stomach... then, she
collapsed in orgasmic exhaustion.

At this point, I felt free to take her savagely, like an insane predatory
beast... snaking in and out of her until my pleasure was consummated with
hers.


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