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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Carousel" -- Uther
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Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2010 21:10:06 -0400
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reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one
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If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public
figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Carousel
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
MF


Charlotte,

It's sweet of you, but don't turn down a date with Kirk on my account.
You're not taking him from me; even Diane didn't take him from me,
whatever I said at the time. And I didn't move halfway across the
country to forget him. Howell's offered me a promotion and a raise that
looked munificent. The position was in San Francisco. (And the raise
looks much smaller here; you should see the rent I pay for a tiny
apartment.) Anyway, I didn't forget him; I didn't want to.

As a friend, I'd advise you to take the date. And, as a friend, I'd advise
that you not make my mistake. Don't dream about "forever after."
Kirk's not a 'forever' kind of guy. One of these days, you'll be looking
back on your days with Kirk, just as I do now. But first,

But first. . . ,

He'll have wined you and dined you. He'll have taken you dancing
(Slow dancing with Kirk is a special kind of foreplay.) and back to his
apartment for a brandy. There, you'll have sipped his brandy while he'll
have sipped your lips. He'll have taken his time, and -- when all that
time has passed - he'll have taken your blouse.

Even then, he won't have hurried up. He'll have kissed your neck and
shoulders until you want the bra off. Only then, will he have started on
your breasts. And, minutes will have passed between the time you
wanted him to get to the nipple before he even reaches the areola. And
he'll have taken his time teasing you there. You'll have learned how
exciting it is to have your areola licked without your nipple being quite
touched.

(And, if you take my advice, you'll have exercised patience. Or, rather,
you'll have enjoyed your impatience. Kirk may not be a 'forever' kind
of guy in regard to years, but he's a 'forever' kind of guy in regard to
minutes. And the experience is out of this world.)

When, finally, your patience has been rewarded, when (rather) your
impatience has been mollified, when the nipple has been licked into
quivering rigidity and then sucked until the pleasure has put a glow on
your entire body, when you'll have quite decided you're ready for his
attention to go below your waist, he'll have started on your other
breast.

You'll have reached panting desire before he'll have kissed down you
abdomen while undoing your skirt. Kirk's the only guy I ever dated, at
least seriously, who didn't object to pantyhose. He told me pantyhose
were as fun to remove as a bra. He'll have removed yours, too. But
he'll have kissed you through them first.

When he'll have stripped you to your panties, he'll have started the
kissing again. This time, he'll have started at your knees. Big smacking
kisses, tiny butterfly kisses, licks from the tip of his tongue. The trail
upward will have been interesting, if frustratingly arousing, for you; and
he'll have found it interesting enough to repeat it up from the calf on the
other leg. When your panties are damp enough, he'll have removed
them.

Then, when you'll have been longing for his entrance, he'll have started
the entire kissing again. Only, his hand will be busy on your thighs while
his tongue explores your mouth again. He'll have stroked your mound
while kissing the smoothness of your breasts. He'll have stroked your
labia while licking and sucking one nipple. He'll have (finally, so slowly
you'll have wanted to show him) found your clit while sucking the other
nipple.


Before his mouth starts the journey downward again, you'll have
wanted him just to come in and finish the job. But Kirk doesn't hurry.
His mouth will have taken a leisurely journey down your torso, half way
down your thigh, then slowly up the inside of your thigh. Before his lips
reach your labia, you'll have been gritting your teeth to keep from
screaming. When they will have been there a while, though, you'll have
decided it was all worth it.

For with his lips will have come his tongue. First, it will have parted
your labia, then it will have teased your clit. But, having teased it, it
will
have satisfied it, too. He will have stayed there, enhancing your tension,
relieving your tension, enhancing your tension again. When, finally,
you've crossed over into your first orgasm of the night, he'll have
prolonged it by sucking directly on your clit.

And, I assure you, that will have been only your first orgasm. When
you've not quite come down from that, he'll have stretched above you
and entered you. He'll have started long, but agonizingly slow, strokes
within you. And, then, you'll have soared again. Those slow strokes will
have brought you to a second orgasm before he will have sped up.

For, as I have noted earlier in this letter, almost nothing hurries Kirk.
Begging doesn't; writhing doesn't. I've tried them both. The one thing
that I've used successfully, if one can use something so involuntary, is
having a climax around his prick.

When you've done that, his pace will have sped up. But that speed up
won't have brought his orgasm until you've had your third. He'll have
turned you into a limp pool of satiation before you'll have received his
invitation to stay the night. You'll have felt glorious and fulfilled.

And, much later, you'll have realized that this isn't the climax of his art.
It is only your first night with him.

So, enjoy your ride on the carousel. I enjoyed mine.


Wendy


The end.

Carousel
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

Thanks to Denny for proofing this.


The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm

Another story about a man taking his time with his woman:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/dial/zzen.htm
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