title: Afterwards
author: Uther Pendragon
keywords: MF wl
universe: dialogue
summary: She tells him what she sometimes needs.

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                           Afterwards
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com



"Oh Ted.  Stay here, won't you?" 

"Until you want to breathe.  Oops.  That's one place that I can't 
stay." 

"And your very favorite, too." 

"But I like being in your arms as well.  You are so sweet, so 
soft and smooth.  Such a delectable ear." 

"Now I do feel your weight." 

"Okay.  Let me get the stuff....  Now you can come close again." 

"Cocoon." 

"Uh-huh.  But other cocoons don't get to wrap up their 
butterflies every night.  Once out, she's gone." 

"Pfft.  I'm no butterfly." 

"Mostly, you are by day.  You flit around and gather your nectar 
or whatever the butterfly equivalents are.  You do accomplish a 
lot, but it's pretty to watch all the same.  But real butterflies 
aren't warm and snugly and smooth.  Real butterflies don't have 
this, and this." 

"Do you want to try again?" 

"Don't tempt me.  Can't I caress my wife without ulterior 
motives?" 

"You're nice.  Mmm." 

"Mm yourself.  Mmmmmuh!" 

"Cocoons are nice for sleeping, but let go for a minute." 

"You're no fun." 

"This way I can kiss you too." 

                              . . . 

"Okay, you're a little fun." 

"That's not what you said a little while ago." 

"Maybe it wasn't.  You sure like that, don't you?...  Hey.  
What's wrong?  I was only fooling about prefering the spoon 
position." 

"Nothing's wrong.  Just hold me." 

"Always, but...." 

"Ted, It's not that I like it....  I do like it, don't get me 
wrong.  You should have been able to tell." 

"You were wonderful, but only once." 

"I only needed once.  You're a kind and gentle lover.  I love 
lying cuddled in your warm arms.  I love that you always look for 
things that I will enjoy, even out of bed." 

"But you're so cute when you're enjoying yourself.  I found that 
out the first concert we went to.  I looked over to say something 
about one musician, and you were sitting there a million miles 
away from me and deeeeep into the music.  I could have followed 
the score just watching your face.  Much more fun than the 
music." 

"Only a very generous person would think so.  Anyway, I 
especially love what you can do to me with your lips and tongue 
and clever, tickly, fingers." 

"That's the really fun part.  Should have figured it out much 
earlier.  If it is fun watching that girl listen to music or eat 
with chopsticks, think what it must be like to see her orgasm. Or 
even feel...." 

"Chopsticks!  You just liked watching me fumble." 

"I liked watching you try.  And succeed.  You get more pleasure 
out of one ear of baby corn than some people get out of an entire 
lobster." 

"I did think it was selfish of you that time you fished all the 
baby corn onto your plate." 

"It was.  I could make you close your eyes and open up.  And then 
I could watch every bit of expression until you swallowed the 
last bit." 

"I thought every eye in the place was on us.  I swear I was 
blushing." 

"You were.  That was cute, too.  But...." 

"But what?" 

"But you just delivered a long speech with your back towards me. 
And a lovely smooth huggable back it is, too.  But every time you 
start out that way, you come to a but.  And a lovely smooth 
attractive butt it is too." 

"Are you sure that you don't want to try again?" 

"I'm sure.  Finish your speech." 

"But, sometimes, that isn't what I need.  Sometimes, I need you 
above me, pressing me down and driving into me.  Sometimes, I'm 
not a violin for you to play.  Sometimes, I'm a mare in heat; and 
I need my stallion.  I don't mean on four feet.  I mean on my 
back, pinned, possessed, occupied.  I need you to weigh me down, 
fill me up, drive into me hard.  Sometimes, making love to me is 
loveliest thing you could do; sometimes, I need you to fuck me." 

"And that is what that is all about?  When you lie there with 
your legs sprawled out, and you pull at me?" 

"That is what it is all about." 

"You don't have to turn your back to say that to me.  I like the 
idea.  Now, I wouldn't put it in a letter to *Response,* though 
it is a response in a way.  But I'm your husband, your lover. I'm 
glad that you want me, however you want me." 

"Is that what that is called, 'glad'?" 

"Happy to see you.  I don't have anything in my pocket.  For 
obvious reasons." 

"You sure you don't...?" 

"Do you want another?  Need another?" 

"Heavens no.  That was what I was saying.  I needed you, I needed 
to be occupied and pinned.  I got what I needed.  That was 
wonderful." 

"And tomorrow is Saturday.  Anyway, that is what you feel, then? 
I knew that you had special times.  When you pull me into you and 
drop down like that you feel entirely different.  You push up 
against me and spread your legs especially wide.  You aren't as 
wet inside as you can get when I play with you a little first; 
but, somehow, you are a degree or two hotter." 

"Do you like me hotter?" 

"I love all of your ways; but I'm inside your heat, and then I 
can't do anything but drive in and out.  Just fuck you, as you 
say.  And you accept me, but you push back against me.  And then, 
when you come, you grip me so tightly once, twice, maybe 
again....  That's generally when I lose it -- the second or third 
squeeze; I can't ride through one of those.  I can just barely 
feel those later squeezes while I gush out into you.  And these 
times, you are so soft under me when I'm done.  I'm always afraid 
I'll hurt you." 

"You won't.  I want to feel that you are there.  That you still 
have me pinned, occupied.  Before that, though, I do feel you.  I 
can feel you throb within me, however drastic my own convulsions 
are.  And then you pause, and then there is always one last 
throb; you give me one last bit of you.  Then you lie on me and I 
have you.  You possess me up to then, but I own you afterwards." 

"You own me always, every time, all the time.  Most when you hold 
me in you, however possessed you feel.  When I really possess you 
is times like these.  When I have you all wrapped up in my arms, 
my butterfly in waiting, my butterfly at rest." 

"Not one of your better ones, real butterflies don't love their 
cocoons like I love you." 

"Other butterflies don't have warm necks, either." 

"Maybe I'm not a butterfly then." 

"Not at night.  At night, you stop flittering and doing and being 
pretty.  At night, you lie warm and still and soft in my arms. 
I'd say a papoose, all wrapped up; but that would make me a child 
molester." 

"I always think of papooses as male somehow." 

"Not this one.  I can tell." 

"You sure that you don't want seconds?" 

"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.  Besides, tomorrow 
is Saturday." 

"Happens every Friday night." 

"So, tomorrow we can have some fun in the morning.  Do you think 
that you might like to see what my slippery little fingers.... Is 
that what you said?" 

"Tickly little fingers." 

"Anyway, we'll get them slippery soon enough.  My tickly little 
fingers, and all those other things.  Do you think that I might 
capture my butterfly, and tease her, and maybe watch in the 
daylight while she enjoys one of those scrumptious orgasms that 
she sometimes has when her cocoon makes love to her?  Not that 
fucking her isn't fun.  But do you think that I might make love 
to her in the dawn's early light?" 

"On a Saturday?" 

"So on a forenoon's early light.  What do you think of your 
cocoon turning into a husband?  Do you think he might have a 
chance to seduce you?" 

"Nice." 

"You'll need your strength for the exercise.  Nestle in and go to 
sleep." 

"Yeah.  Hold me tight." 

"Always."   


The End
Afterwards
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2004/01/05

Thanks to Neneh for editing this. 

Another all-dialogue story is forthrig.txt
"Forthright"

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http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm