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Subject: {ASSM} My first erotic prose piece (masturbation fantasy}
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 20:10:04 -0400
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Notice: The following is a work of erotica, 
and is meant for those of legal age and 
inclination in their jurisdicions.  If you 
are not of age, or if this is illegal where 
you are, please do not read any further.  

(C) E. Howe  2002
All rights reserved

Author's note:  Terry Pratchitt ("Discworld" series) begins one of his
novels saying that it is about sex, but not the
"count-the-legs-and-divide-by-two kind, unless the characters get out
of hand. "

The way I began writing erotica was rather similar.  I write for
another newsgroup, and my characters just weren't fleshing out, until
I added sex to the mix.  Here is a copy of the first erotic piece I
wrote.  

Some background:  This is between two characters in my Devilbuny
writings.  (you may want to correct that spelling if you are going to
Google for it, BTW.)  The premise can be found on my web page, as well
as the entire collection of my stories for that world.  BTW, that
newsgroup is rated PG13, so I couldn't post the erotic bits there. 
http://members.cox.net/ehowe/DBIndex

This piece has been edited to remove obsure refernces to the ADBS
mythos that would otherwise confuse the reader.  For the whole thing
in context, go to the above link. 

Enjoy.
Hammon Wry


"Quantity and Quality"
Copyright 2002 by E. Howe
All right reserved.

She turned and said "I'll be by tomorrow with Clancy for his rabies
shot." He nodded and said, "I'll be here, Wench."

She opened the door, went through it.  Turning, she pulled it closed
it behind her, and through the closing slit noted the doctor still
stood, and she could see his body in profile as he turned away.

She noted with a smile that she had indeed not done him any lasting
damage.  His erection was obvious.

The door snicked shut.  She rested her head on the jam, and felt the
heat rise in her.  She tried to take  a deep breath, but it was 
just a ragged gasp, and it didn't help the ache in her at all.

Carter turned away as quickly as he could to hide his erection.  He
was pretty sure that she'd missed it, but then, well, he'd made no
secret of his attraction to her.

He'd masturbated just before she came so that this wouldn't happen,
but it had.  He crossed to his desk and took out a magazine reserved
for this.  He unzipped his pants, and released his erection.  He
flipped open to a picture, a brunette, with lush breasts and dark
mons. He stroked, feeling the tug in his balls.

Tension mounted.  He stroked faster, focusing on the model's genitals,
and then closing his eyes.  The dark curls lightened against his
eyelids, and became red.  Then they straightened, and lengthened.
They became hair, and next he saw the arched brows that matched the
color, and then the red lips of her mouth, and her eyes, angry, hot,
and wanting.  He felt himself stiffen more, but then relax back.

He stopped stroking, and opened his eyes, and saw the picture in front
of him.  It wouldn't work.  He flipped the magazine closed, and then
tossed it back into his desk drawer.  He shut the drawer, and then
gathering his pants together, rose and walked into the exam room.
He's let  his nurse go home after the exam was over, telling her that
he would clean up.  One handed, he scooped up the gown Edith had worn
for her exam, and returned to his desk with it.  He sat down,
releasing the gathered edges of his pants, and felt his erection
increase.  Oh yes, this would do nicely, thank you.

The gown was simple. He'd taken pains to get good ones, soft brushed
cotton that was generous from neck to knee.  It was a pale blue.  He'd
though the color looked good on her, with her red hair.

Carter held the gown in one hand, and closed his eyes again, and
languidly stroked his erection with the other.  He saw her pacing back
and forth, anger evident in her stride, her eyes, and her hardened
nipples.  He could smell woodsmoke on her clothes, and the k-y jelly
he'd used to make her vaginal exam easier.  He could smell her sex,
too.  Her breath smelled lightly of good brandy.  He remembered
deliberately stepping into her path, and barking an order at her, and
watching her pull up short.  Her face went from fury to surprise, to
want.  Hold that, hold it there... yes, that's the image...he began to
stroke with more urgency.

Eyes open, searching his, dilating and flashing.  Her mouth, lips
parted and panting, moist.  He wanted to fill her mouth.  Hot 
mouth.  Her face flushed, her hair tendrils like pubic curls.

Red. Hot. Mouth.

He raised the gown to his face, and inhaled deeply.  He smelled her
sex, because like most women, she had used the gown to wipe with after
the exam.  It filled his head, and he was falling into her mouth, her
sex, smothered against her breasts.

He lowered the gown just in time to catch his ejaculation.  His head
back, eyes shut, hips pumping into the gown. He moaned.

As his body relaxed against the chair, he took a deep breath.  He
still held his member in the gown, and stroked out the last of 
the orgasm.

He could see her impish face, smiling slyly as she looked at him from
beneath red eyelashes.   It was his turn to smile languidly.  He
remembered that kiss, warm and sweet as autumn apples in the sun,
apples, yes, sweet firm lips warm against his, tongue quick and small
brushing against his lips as shy as a butterfly, then seeking his
mouth, touching his tongue, sweet and warm and quick.

He pulled on her tongue, tugged it gently into his mouth, and bit it
gently.  He could feel her gasp against his mouth.

He put his arms around her, held her, and explored her mouth with his
tongue, slow, take your time.  He could feel her arms encircle his
neck, draped over his shoulders.  He pressed her against his erection,
and felt her press against him in return.  He could feel the heat from
her cunt.  Her cunny. He placed his hands on her hips, and held them
to him, and she raised a leg to open her crotch to him.  She clung to
his leg.

Without releasing her mouth, he picked her up, and placed her on his
desk, the smooth wood cool.  He pressed her back, and she did not
resist, but arched her hips as he removed her pants.  No underwear.
Her curls were wet.  She kicked off her shoes, and the pants fell to
the floor.  She opened her legs to him.  Her nipples were hard.

He released his pants stepped out of them, and stepping between her
thighs, held her hips again, pressing his penis to her clit, and
pressed lightly. She moaned, and arched.  He backed away, and watched
it swell and spasm.  She moaned again, this time with anger, with
want.  She reached for him, drew him into her, and this time her sound
was of welcome.

He could see the pulse in her throat, at her temple.  One strand of
hair was wet against her face, and her mouth was open again.  Her
moans were song-like.

He thrust gently, slow at first, and felt her legs wrap around him.
She raised up, head still back, on her elbows behind her.  He 
picked her up, and she slid down on him, engulfing him.  She wrapped
her arms around his shoulders and kissed him again, her breasts hot
through her shirt against his chest.  He turned and rested his hips
against the desk, and they fucked that way, slow, a dance of Kali and
Shiva.

Sliding back, he laid back for her to ride him.  She placed her hands
on his chest to adjust her position, and then she reached up 
and removed her shirt.  Generous, firm breasts, nipples hard.  She
rode with a purpose, and he reached to her sex and rubbed 
her clit.  She shuddered, and he cold feel her sex tighten on him.  He
rubbed faster, and she stopped moving, her nipples little rocks now.
She was flushed red all over her breasts, her face, her belly.  He
persisted at her clit, and she stiffened, the red deepened, and she
threw back her head and sang her orgasm.  It sounded wild, like
coyotes on distant ridges under a harvest moon.  His penis answered
her tightening, by pulsing upward and filling her with his orgasm.

He came into the gown again.

He relaxed finally, and released his cock from the gown.  He placed
the gown on the desk, and then fastened his pants.  He stood and
stretched, and gathered the gown again.  He walked back to the exam
room, and placed the gown in the laundry chute to the cellar.

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