My entry in the first Sing Me A Story Festival in the
FKWLounge yahoo group. A woman's masturbation fantasy.

f-solo, mf, toys

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this. 

Principles of Lust
By Mark Reed

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Author's Note: It seems I've become involved in a Mutual
Inspiration Society. The title of this story was/is written
for the songfest in the Friday's Knights Writer's Lounge,
but was intended for a completely different plot. This
direction was inspired by Rod Ramsey's "Tease Me," which was
in turn inspired by one of Arty's exchanges with
Girl_Friday, who in turn have recently been bouncing several
very entertaining stories off of each other. It seems Friday
is pulling extra hours as a muse again. Lately, she's been
involved in the creation of every one of my story ideas in
one form or another. My hat also goes off to Rod for a very
well done piece (not to mention some greatly appreciated
editing of past works) and to Arty, for being (if possible)
even sillier than me at times.
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Another day leading the life of a successful young
buisenesswoman. Another night spent alone and frustrated.
It's gotten to be the story of my life. Same depressing shit
for another depressing day. I sighed and plopped down into
my computer chair.

Whenever I'm feeling particularly blue, I listen to (of all
things) "Byebyebye" or "This I Promise You" by N'Sync.
Tonight I wasn't really feeling depressed so much as
frustrated. When I'm frazzled, I listen to Enigma and Enya.
I have an mp3 list full of their songs that I like to load
up for background music or just to calm down to. It's most
frequently used songlist. Lately I've needed a great deal of
calming. This evening I needed something else entirely, but
short of looking in the phone book for a "professional" male
companion, it wasn't in the cards. So like always I found
myself turning to my favorite songlist. I didn't even have
to load it because I had been playing it in the morning
before I left for work. I pressed play, not even paying
attention to which song was up, and wandered across my room
to plop listlessly onto my bed.

If you've never heard of Enigma, I'd heartily recommend
checking them out. They have one albumn in particularly that
I really enjoy titled "MCMXC A.D." which just happened to be
the one I ended up listening to. The first track is a short
introduction to the albumn where you're introduced to the
'voice of enigma' (rather sexy, in a non-gay way, may I add)
and the stage is set for the next song. I closed my eyes and
tried to calm myself while the introduction rolled on,
trying not to think of anything else but the music and
words. 

The next track started, but I wasn't paying close attention
and you can't really tell unless you're looking for it
because the music blends together. I just vaguely
acknowledged the change as the beat pulsed through my body
and the chanting washed across my skin. I felt engulfed in a
sea of bass and treble, of voice and woodwind instrument and
steady beating drum. I let my mind wander into the realm of
dreams and wishes and let the song speak to something deeper
inside me. Enigma makes great background music and this
track is over eleven minutes long, so it's great for stuff
like that.

I decided that I needed a man. Oh, God did I need a man.
Nothing along the lines of "oh please protect me from the
cruel harsh world and keep me chained to the kitchen
forever, barefoot and pregnant." I just wanted a dick. A
dick attached to a halfway decent body driven by a guy who
knew how to be nice and didn't want to own people. But in my
line of work, that type of man is a myth. There are plenty
of dicks out there, but they're dicks through and through.

I adjusted my body so my legs were swinging over the bed,
letting my feet touch the ground. I started tapping my foot
to the beat of the music. This song kicks ass. It's so easy
to let my body feel the sway and let myself swing or tap to
the beat. It catches you in a rhythm that seems to both
connect and separate mind and body. How can you not like a
song that allows your body to move and your mind to drift? I
can't dance and I hate trying, but I love this song because
it lets me move. I wiggled my hips, feeling the jiggle
spread across my body. I had already shed all my clothes
save my bra and panties. There are times when it's nice
*not* to have a guy around, too. No annoying wolf whistles.
Men can be such pigs at times. 

I sighed and let myself think naugty thoughts. They can be
pigs, but they can be sweeties, too. And right then I was
feeling frustrated enough that I wasn't at all concerned
with personality as long as certain parts were in working
order. The language of the lyrics in the song changed back
to English and I let the words wash over me.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you
feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned
in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find...
love...

I smirked as I heard the words. I'd heard them a thousand
times before but they had never seemed more real to me than
right then. I certainly wanted to do what I felt, and I knew
that if I started down that particular path, I was
definitely going to feel until the end. I shrugged to myself
and gave a mental what the hell. I figured it would make me
a much happier person by morning. The words repeated and
washed over me again.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you
feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned
in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find...
love... 

I imagined myself at a beach, wearing a modest two piece
bikini very similar to the bra and panties my real body was
clad in. I lay face down on the sand, letting the sun tan my
back. A pair of somewhat hairy legs approached and halted to
cover me in shadow. I glanced up with my
take-no-shit-from-anybody look and saw the quintessential
surfer dude. Long blond hair, blue eyes, light but tanned
skin, cleanshaven face, heavily muscled chest and abdomen,
and a shit eating grin. His eyes seemed to twinkle in
amusement. His arm and chest muscles flexed in a rolling
display of masculine power. The large bulge in his shorts
displayed his interest. 

I rolled onto my back in the sand and posed invitingly. Sand
stuck lightly to my top, drawing attention to my breasts.
"Are you just going to look when you could touch?" I drawled
teasingly. I know it's porno-esque, but it's my fantasy and
I'll be cheesy if I want to.

He never said a word, behaving like the good little male
stud that he was. He simply laid himself down next to me and
ran a hand through my hair. I closed my eyes at the feel of
the touch and let out a little purr. My eyes were still
closed when his lips gently pressed against mine. I opened
my mouth, signalling him to carry on, and his mouth opened
in response. His tongue caressed my lower lip in one long
stroke, then continued into my mouth to rub against my
tongue. He withdrew for a moment and caressed my upper lip
in a similar long, slow swipe, then advanced again to meet
my tongue. He continued to alternate between my lips and
tongue until my entire mouth felt sensetive and my lips were
swollen. His tongue finally withdrew and his mouth began to
close, closing mine along with it. My lips tingled as they
were firmly pressed to his, and they tingled even more when
his tongue snaked out to caress them again. The tingle
sparked atop my skin and shot through my nerves to my
nipples and even lower, drawing my attention to other parts
of my body. That's when I noticed his hands gently squeezing
my breasts through my top. My skin flamed at the touch.

His hands pulled at my top and gently raised it over my head
to be flicked carelessly into the sand. Back in my bedroom,
my bra was similarly discarded. His hands cupped my breasts
and my nipples practically drilled into his palms. He spread
his fingertips across the tops of my mounds of flesh and
began making light circular motions with his hands. His
palms lightly chaffed my nipples. His fingertips made
circles across the tops of my breasts. The underside of my
orbs occassionally touched the bottom of his palms. The
contact was amazing. My skin flushed with color and tingling
pleasure. My nerves shot bursts of fire randomly across my
body, although most of the fire tended to end up between my
legs. My breathing shortened and I allowed my head to tilt
back. I felt him kiss the center of my throat, then work out
to the sides of my neck. He nibbled on the skin of my neck
for a moment, then snaked a tongue out to lick the length of
my earlobe. His hands never stopped their circular motions.

One long lick of my earlobe became a second lick, then his
tongue began lightly tickling the skin just behind my ear. I
moaned and almost unconsciously put a hand on the back of
his head. I ran my fingers through his hair and mentally
demanded more attention.

The circular motions stopped and he grabbed both of my
nipples. He rolled them lightly between his thumbs and
forefingers. I moaned my pleasure and used the hand on his
head to grab his hair. The rolling pressure increased and my
moan doubled in volume. He began pinching them quickly and
then continuing with the rolling. My breasts felt like two
electric orbs topped with lightning rods. The sensation was
incredible. My legs lifted up and after a little searching
wrapped themselves around his waist. I flexed my thighs and
felt the comfort of having something to squeeze.

I felt his hand on my stomach, pushing me firmly back to the
ground, so I let go with my legs. I opened my eyes and
watched him climb down my body until his mouth neared my
center. I closed them again in anticipation and shoved my
hands behind my head in an effort to feel restrained. His
tongue introduced itself to that portion of my body with a
single long lick up the lenth of my outer lips. I moaned and
spread my legs wider in welcome. The tongue continued to
gently insert itself between my first set of lips, making
small, slow lapping motions up and down across my pussy. I
inhaled sharply as one of the higher licks grazed my clit,
then grazed it again. The tongue worked its way down and
continued to explore my folds. It alternated between sloppy,
dog-like lapping and stiff, hard-pressed licking. It dallied
for a moment at the entrance to my tunnel, then worked its
way back up to concentrate on my clit. As the tip of his
tongue began playing a game of peekaboo with the top of my
nerve-center, I felt a finger easily inserted into me. My
body tensed further at the welcomed visitor and flexed in
greeting. A second finger quickly joined the first, more
than doubling the stimulation. The fingers hooked a little
and began rubbing firmly into the nerves on the sides of my
passage as they moved in and out. My hips jerked up and
forward in response, causing his tongue to lose contact with
my clit momentarily. His tongue quickly fount my button
again and his fingers began pumping into me at a faster
pace. I was panting in exertion and flexing the muscles of
my legs constantly when I decided that I needed more. The
beach disappeared.

Back in my room, I withdrew my fingers from myself and
pulled them out of my panties. I sniffed them for a moment
and briefly considered tasting myself, but blanched a bit
and sat up instead. I hurriedly scrambled to my little
toychest and grabbed my favorite dildo. I yanked my panties
off and settled back onto my bed. The words of the song
caught my attention momentarily as I pinched a nipple and
spread my legs in preparation for the dildo.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you
feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned
in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find...
love...

I imagined myself on a white fluffy cloud, surrounded by a
large field of equally fluffy clouds amidst a bright blue
sky. Somewhere above me my surfer lover descended to meet
me, this time displaying two large white feathery wings. I
had always wanted to make love to an angel. 

He dropped quickly to my cloud and drew close to me. He
grabbed my hips with his hands and kissed me fiercely. I
returned the kiss with heated vigor. Our tongues battled
briefly for dominance before mine retreated into my mouth
and allowed him the control I so desperately wanted to give
him. He lifted me with his now supernatural strength and my
legs wrapped themselves around his thighs. Our bodies
adjusted almost automatically so that my legs were wrapped
correctly and our pelvises were joined. I could feel his
long, hard cock throbbing gently against my stomach. I
pulled away a bit and his hips pulled back. He adjusted
himself without breaking our kiss (fantasy men are really
good at not ruining a mood with the mundane necessities of
reality) and I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I
broke our kiss and stared lustily into his eyes. I immersed
myself in those crystal blue orbs as I felt him slide slowly
into me. I hissed a loud and long overdue 'yesssss.'

The penetration felt *so* good. It had been far too long. I
mentally chastised myself for not doing this often enough
and began humping my hips up to meet his descending thrusts.
Our paces matched into a comfortable rhythm which quickly
gained speed. His grip on my hips tightened as he suddenly
lifted me and turned me around until he was standing and I
was wrapped around him, connected primarily by our hips. His
pretty blue eyes looked into mine for another moment before
they shifted focus to stare at my breasts. His head bent
down and he latched onto a nipple. His cock thrust into me
as his tongue flicked at the nipple caught between his lips.
I tensed my vaginal muscles in reply, almost melting from
the pleasure of having something long and firm inserted in
my center. His tongue flicks gave way to a rhythmic sucking,
and my nipple quickly became the center of a building fire
in my chest. My cheeks flushed further at the pleasure and I
concentrated on thrusting onto his cock with even more
energy. 

I imagined what we would look like in that position. I saw
his angelic body standing firm, holding me by my waste and
bending his head into my heaving and jiggling bossom. His
feathery white wings stretched out and around me, shading me
from the view of other heavenly beings and protecting me. I
saw the muscles flexing and tightening across his body in a
display of masculine power. I clenched my vaginal muscles
even tighter around the welcome intruder in reply. The
pleasure was exquisite. I could feel myself quickly
approaching the edge. The heavenly chorus mixed with the
songs of Enigma, and the music surrounded and supported me
as I finished the last legth of my climb.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. 

Thrusting his hard cock into me, filling my depths,
clenching my muscles around it and creating tingles that
flowed from my groin to every extremity of my body.

Do what you feel, feel until the end. 

Pinching and rolling my nipple, imagining his wet tongue
flicking the tip, his firm lips wrapped around the base.

The principles of lust, are burned in your mind. 

Flexing the muscles in my thighs in time with the rocking of
my hips. The pinches to my nipple matched the rhythm of the
dildo as it rammed in and out of my center, pushing me
further and further to the edge.

Do what you want, do it until you find... 

Flexing my vaginal motions as tight I can, feeling the dildo
rammed harder and faster in and out, filling and emptying me
so fast now and the stimulation of my nipple being rolled
roughly adding to the chorus of pleasure singing through my
body and oh god so close now and imagining his white wings
surrounding me and his angelic body flexing and tensing and
coming and so close and

love...

YESSSSSSSSS!!

My muscles tensed in waves that echoed the pleasure rolling
through my body. My hips lifted towards the heavens,
pleading to be filled with something more than hard plastic
and singing with joy at the same time. My blood pulsed in
strong throbs, my skin beaded with sweat, my nerves shot
electric fire through my body, overloading and short
circuiting the synapses of my brain. Pleasure seemed to
personify and invite itself in for tea. I never stopped
pumping the dildo in and out of me, creating smaller waves
of pleasure once the large ones had passed. Finally Pleasure
seemed to finish its tea and step back out to join the rest
of the world. My hips collapsed down to the bed and my hand
lost the grip I had on the dildo. I flexed one last time and
felt it slip out of me. My brain found a way to bootstrap
its way back into the on position and I blinked my eyes in
amazement. That one had been intense.

I lay on my bed as the song ended and the next track
started. By the time that one ended, my breathing had
steadied and I had enough energy to drag myself off the bed
and start cleaning up the mess I had made. I took care of
the room and took a short shower, and then half staggered
over to the computer and turned the mp3 program off. I
crawled into bed and fell alseep.

That night I dreamed of woodwind instruments, thrumming
drums, and a flying penis. I'll never look at Enigma the
same way again.

~fin~