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Subject: {ASSM} Vanilla (MF; the name says it all, really)
Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 09:10:02 -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:  This piece follows hard on the heels of "Catharsis",
to the point of not even taking a breath.  Catharsis was not an easy
write for me--I knew what I wanted to convey, but I was not sure of
how to do so.  The first attempts were more disjointed and violent
than I wanted, and I found myself longing to write simple, gentle
tender erotica.  This is what happened when I put fingers to keys with
that yearning. 

Enjoy.
Hammon Wry

(C)E. Howe  2002 
All rights reserved 

Vanilla 

She ran her hand down his chest to his penis, cupped his balls and
stroked his thigh. 

"Mmmm." 

He rolled a bit toward her, arced his opposite arm over her shoulder,
and pressed her body to his. They lay on their sides, facing one
another. Her hand reversed direction, up his thigh, lingered on his
balls, and then firmly grasped his cock, and felt it swell. She 
tugged on it, letting the skin slip forward with her palm over the
hardening inner core. 

He drew her face to his, noted the little lines at the corners of her
eyes. Her eyes were closed, and she smiled like the Mona Lisa. He
kissed her eyelids. Her smile broadened, lips parting. He kissed them,
barely brushing them. She tugged on his dick again, pulling the skin
over the head. She released and then brushed the underside of his
penis with a single fingernail, scraping lightly, then stroked his
balls. She kneaded them gently, feeling their weight and warmth in the
palm of her hand. 

He breathed against her mouth, and then flicked her lips with his
tongue. She mewled, a soft sound high in her throat. Her eyelids
fluttered. 

"Come with me, Wench." 
"MmmWhere?" 
"Shower, quick one." 
"MmmOK." 

She sat up, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood up,
and then sat back down. "Mmm. Jello legs." Doc chuckled. "Come on,
Wench, I'll help."
 
He slid over to her side, and wrapped her in his arms, lifted her and
carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the counter, and then
turned to the shower, and turned it on. He helped her stand, and
opened the shower door for her. The water was warm on her skin,
soothing. She let it wash over her, cleansing her. She turned to let
the spray hit her back, down over her ass, and legs. Doc stood in
front of her, and she draped her arms over his shoulder for support.
Her legs still felt weak. 

Doc reached for the bottle of liquid soap. He worked up a lather on
his hands, and then slid them over Wench's back, over her ass, and
then carefully he washed her anus. She arched her back, pressing her
ass against his hands, and rested her face on his chest. He 
smiled. Once he was done, he reached for the shower head, and
disconnected it. He used it to rinse her carefully, feeling to be sure
he'd gotten all the soap. 

He then turned his attention to her vaginal area, lathering and
rinsing it as well, toying with her clit with the suds. She was
clearly aroused again, and was having trouble standing upright. He
placed her hands on the support bar, and she supported herself while
he washed himself quickly. 

He dried her off, lingering over her breasts and ass. She felt lush in
his hands through the towel. She said nothing, only making the
occasional low hum of contentment deep in her throat. 

He guided her back to bed. He sat her on the edge, and then smoothed
the sheets, looking for the wet spot. Finding it, he then covered it
with a towel, and lay on it himself. 

"I thought you said I would be sleeping on the wet spot...." 
"Naw, Wench, you did good. I'll give you a reprieve tonight. Do you
often make such a mess?" 
"Occasionally, usually when..." 
"Doing what we just did?" 
"Yes. Just your hand...not the other." 
"You could have warned me..." 
"I had other things on my mind." 
"There is that." 
"Mmmm" 
"Feel good?" 
"Mmmmm!" 
How about this? 
*gasp* 
"I'd guess so." 

He slid down her body, replacing his hand with his mouth. She arched
up to him, and he slid his hands under her ass, lifting her hips to
his face, and licked her clitoris gently. She "mmm"'d again. Her
thighs tightened, and he nibbled at it, and felt her stiffen and 
shudder. She became wetter. He persisted, and was rewarded with
another of her orgasms. She cried out, that odd keening cry she gave. 

He released her hips, and lay on top of her. She clung to him,
wrapping her legs around him. He was hard again, and wanted her.
Pulling away, he reached for he top drawer of the nightstand, and
withdrew another condom. He put in on quickly, and then positioned 
himself between her legs. He entered her with one smooth motion, held
and watched her reaction. He felt her vagina spasm briefly, and saw
her roll her head back, arching her neck. She reached for him, and he
lowered his body over hers, as she lifted and opened her leg further.
She caught him around the hips, and pressed her heels against his ass
and thighs. 

He felt her breathing slowly, and matched his pace to her rythm. As
she moved beneath him, her breathing quickened, and so did his
thrusting. Having orgasmed earlier, he knew it would be a while before
he would again, and wanted to take his time. He knew she would be sore
in the morning. He rather liked the idea of it. So he didn't hold back

on thrusting, and he felt her rising in time to meet his thrusts with
enthusiasm. 

Finally, he came. She held him tightly, feeling his body weight
against her, and arched to accept it. He raised up, withdrew and asked
if she needed one more. She shook her head. He removed the condom,
wiped up quickly and lay beside her. He enfolded her in his arms and
they fell asleep. 

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