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Subject: {ASSM} Dilemma {Julian Renard} (MF, nc)
Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 03:10:02 -0500
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WARNING!

The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts.  
If you are under-age, offended by such material or if this kind 
of material is illegal where you live then  DO NOT READ THIS!!

julian975@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/julian/www

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Dilemma

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched her closely with keen
interest.  She lay on her side, naked, her back towards him.  Her
breathing had quitened and the room seemed strangely peaceful in the
relative silence.

The cords were still tied to her wrists but he had released them from the
bedhead to give her some freedom.  She had made no attempt to remove them
or the blindfold.  She simply waited.

He remained motionless and utterly silent as the seconds passed by.  He
needed to think but found it difficult to draw his attention from her
loveliness.  She was more beautiful than he had ever seen but there was
no time for idle appreciation.  He had a decision to make.

He knew the game had gone too far but still could not bring myself to
stop it.  Not now.

It was meant to be a present; one he had planned on stopping at the first
signs of real distress.  The distress had been real but so too was her
unexpected responsiveness.  She had tried her best to hide it but he knew
her too well.

He had taken great pains not to give himself away through familiarity.
Having thoroughly explored her scantily clad body he had cut the few
remaining garments from her body with a knife.  He took great care but
the effect had not been lost on her.  Surely her lover would never have
done such a thing.

He saw her growing fear and might have stopped but for the contradictory
responses he was seeing in her.  It happened slowly before his eyes.  The
light flush to her cheeks, neck and breasts, the hardening of her
nipples, the familiar patterns in her breathing; all these signs told him
what he needed to know.

When he'd tried to kiss her she had turned away.  In response he grasped
her nipple and firmly squeezed, gradually increasing the pressure until
she was gasping in shock.  When he tried again to kiss her, she did not
turn away.  As their lips met, he eased off the pressure and moved his
attention to her other breast.

He felt her apprehension grow as he lightly caressed her in ever
decreasing circles.  As time passed she could not completely conceal what
she was feeling.  He gently rolled and tugged her nipples, each in turn,
and soon she was breathing heavily in response.  When he reached down to
stroke her sex, he found her surprisingly damp.  The sound she made when
he touched her made his heart leap with excitement.  A few minutes later
she was moaning into his mouth as he brought her slowly to a climax.

He then made love to her.  Leaving her bound, he moved his naked body
over hers and, with comparative ease, forced himself into her.  The feel
of her warmth and the sound of her shocked gasping cry sent his passions
quickly soaring.

The knowledge that she believed him to be a stranger made his pulse race
wildly.  He stroked slowly and smoothly inside her, taking his cues from
her tell-tale breathing.  With his hands he explored her body eagerly,
giving her no respite from the flood of sensations.

With a skill borne from familiarity and love, he inched her gradually
closer to a climax.  Her attempts to hide this from him were becoming
increasingly less successful.

He sensed suddenly that she was right on the edge and, on an impulse,
decided to proceed with one last surprise.

As she drew close to orgasm, he fastened a modified clothespeg to her
erect left nipple.  The effect was astonishing.

Arching up beneath him, she drew a long deep, shuddering breath of
disbelief.  The sound of her ragged breathing filled his ears as the
relentless pressure flooded her senses and kept her on the edge.
Immediately he fastened another to her right nipple, bringing a low moan
of disbelief from her parted lips.

As she trembled and murmured in shock he took her more forcefully,
driving her headlong into an incredibly powerful climax.  The clothespegs
bobbed and danced on the tips of her breasts as she cried out and came
three times in quick succession.  He carefully removed them as her final
climax began to fade.

In the hazy afterglow, he lay beside her considering his dilemma.



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If you liked this story you can find more at "Julian's Dark Dreams"
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/julian/www

Comments are always welcome and very much appreciated.
You can email me at julian975@yahoo.com

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Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 2002
All rights reserved.
Permission is granted for this work to be archived or redistributed in
electronic form as long as this notice is included and no modifications
whatsoever are made. It may not be distributed in printed form or for
profit without the author's prior written consent.



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