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Subject: {ASSM} On Saturday  (M/F oral rom rough)
Date: Wed,  7 Nov 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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...I woke up alone in my bed, fantasizing about waking up next to
you.

I imagined watching you sleep for a moment, admiring your dark
hair, tousled over your forehead, the delicate seashell color of
your slightly parted lips. Then I'd begin brushing your
still-sleeping face with the gentlest of kisses until your eyes
opened, then pressing my mouth against yours and twining our
limbs together, kissing you awake with teasing licks and gentle
bites along the soft skin of your neck. My cock is hard and hot,
throbbing against your lean thigh. Tendrils of cool morning air
are finding their way under the covers as we roll together.

I imagined running my hand over your body, still hot and stiff
with sleep, squeezing your damp pussy until you're shaking your
hips and groaning into my mouth.

My teeth on your neck are getting rougher now, my hands on your
body pressing harder. I grab your hair (so soft and fine!) with
both hands and you groan. I kiss your slack mouth hard, and then
tug your head down under the covers, where its warm and dark and
stuffy, musky with our two bodies. I press your mouth against my
nipple for a moment and you suck frantically. Suddenly I pull you
down again until you're crouched at my waist, trying to keep your
feet under the covers, my erection against your cheek, hot
against cool, smooth against smooth.

   From up here in the light and air, I can hear you groan as I
hump against your face, can feel the moisture of your breath
against my balls and thighs, can feel the wild strength in your
arms wrapped around my legs.

I run a hand over your face and press your jaw open with my
thumb. You whimper and grab my thumb into the shocking heat of
your mouth. As you begin to suck, you can hear me groan up above
you, feel a wave pass through my entire body, as my prick pulses
against your cheek, the tip moistening with thin fluid. After a
moment, I withdraw my thumb, except for the tip, pressed against
your lower teeth.

We're both trembling now, as I run the slick head of my cock
around your moist lips, still pried open with my thumb. I have to
tug hard at your hair to keep you from engulfing me all at once.
I ease my prick between your jaws, and remove my thumb so that
you can form a sucking seal with your mouth. My hand goes down to
grip your jaw from beneath, and you groan, sending shivers of
pleasure up my spine, and producing an answering groan from
above.

By slow steps, we work my cock into your throat, until your nose
is brushing my stomach hairs. I jerk there a few times,
transfixed by the sensation and the thrilling, wicked idea of
what you're doing to me.

I release your head, and let you bob at your own pace there under
the covers, writhing under the intense sensations rocketing
through my nervous system. I force my eyes open to watch the
shapes moving under the covers and imagine your lovely face. I
can feel the thick hair of your cunt rubbing against my calf. I
stroke your forehead with my fingertips, run my fingernails over
your scalp, and then pull your mouth off my slick erection.  You
struggle to catch your breath down there in the close musky heat;
our bodies have begun to sweat. I'm intensely aware of the
roughness of the sheet against my cockhead after the slickness of
your throat.

Then the shock of light and cool air hit you as I whip the covers
off of us. For a moment I stare transfixed at the slender,
graceful body curled below me; as your eyes meet mine, I feel a
shiver of love and fear--your wild energy, feral and devoted,
flows into me so I'm dizzied by its force. I grab the back of
your neck, and haul you back up becide me, where I press you face
down against the mattress.

I'm on top of you now, my prick, still wet with your saliva,
sliding along the groove of your ass. You can feel my heart
pounding against your back. "Fuck me," you groan, and you feel my
grip tighten, my hip motions accelerate.

Then I'm off you again, my hand again holding your face to the
bed, as my other hand strokes your ass. You arch your back,
pressing your slender cheeks against my hand. Then it comes down:
one, two, three, one two three. Quick, hard spanks on each cheek.
"Yes, yes, yes," you murmur. I watch the color bloom on your ass
for a moment before diving down to kiss & lick & bite & kiss &
lick, my hand diving between your legs to stroke your drooling
slit.

Then I'm up again, at the head of the bed, my back against the
wall, pulling at your hair again, as I guide your mouth back on
to my eagerly bobbing cock. And there my inventiveness falls prey
to your skill. You suck and bob, you stroke my balls and perineum
with your hands. I reach under you and stroke your breasts,
squeeze your nipples roughly, but I can't bring myself to escape
from your mouth again. I watch the rosy bloom where my hands
struck your ass, I watch the complex play of muscle in your slim,
deeply-grooved back as you readjust your position to be able to
reach my cock with you hands. I watch your brow knit and relax as
you labor away, and soon my moans rise in pitch in volume, I yell
out, I grip your head, you feel the pulse pass through my prick,
you feel the hot fluid strike the back of your throat. You suck
and swallow, suck and suck, until post-orgasmic sensitivity has
me wincing and pulling you off of me, to salvage some blankets
from the pile at the foot of the bed, and fold you in my arms for
a couple minutes.

No longer, though--after a performance like that, the very least
I can do is make you coffee.

Kisses, scratches, and bites, Your abject and devoted top,Vinnie

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