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I don't know about you, but I like an introduction. I
always wonder where the author got the original idea.
Following is the original text of a post I saw in the
A.S.S. newsgroup. I was interested. Hey, it was an interesting
post. I edited out Mari's last name, email address, etc., but the
post itself is unedited. Even the few typos suggested to me a
person in a hurry. At work? At college?
From: "Marissa _________" (Reply-To: MD904......(ALL EDITING
MINE)
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Date: Sat, 3 Feb 15:02:34 -0600
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Hmmm is houldnt be on this group at all, but i just cant
resist.
No one seems to be writing the type of stories i want to read
(but
i guess most are for males).
Is there anyone out there, an one of you great writers who can
write me a story? Then you can email it to me because i'm not
usually on this group (no time).
I'll describe the type of story i'd like. please dont make fun
of it
because i'm sorry but this is what really turns me on. Its kind
of based on real life too!
A girl (you can use my name) enjoys masturbating but she is
worried that she does it too much so she is going to try to wait
a long period of time (say two weeks) without touching herself
at all. She has a high sex drive though so she encounters all
kinds of difficulty in situations (the tub, in bed, etc) as
she tries desperately to resist temptation and make it the whole
two weeks...
You could have it end any way you want hehehe what do you
guys think
P.S. it doesnt have to be super-graphic, most girls arent
into that.
P.P.S. arent there any women out there writing? i cant write,
or i'd try to write the story.
the best story emailed to me will get the author an "EMAIL
KISS"
and i'll be his pen pal :)
thank you! bye!!
-Mari
Now, how many posts like that do you see in the average
week? Yeah, me too. I just couldn't pass this one up. BTW the
characters in the story are based pretty much on compulations of
real-life people I've known. But, as they say, that's another
story. Here's _Marissa_, Chapter 1.
WARNING- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, DON'T READ IT. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY
KIND.
Marissa
Chapter 1
Marissa marched into the shower room and headed straight
for the first empty stall, nodding a quick "hello" to a guy she
knew from the dorm.
The co-ed shower was conveniently located down the hall
from her room on the second floor of the freshman dorm. A twenty
second walk. Marissa psyched herself as she walked. Joan of Arc,
on her way to the stake. She briefly wondered if Joan had had the
habit. She shook it off. Marissa had promised herself that she
wouldn't masturbate in the shower, no matter what. But the
promise was made after an orgasm, when she was at peace. And now
her sexual hunger was fierce.
Taking off her robe, Marissa quickly stepped inside the
shower stall. She adjusted the water. "If I make this fast, I'll
be all right."
With businesslike determination, she began to soap her arms,
then under her arms, then her stomach, purposely avoiding her
breasts. Down the right leg, around to her right cheek, across
the small of her back and down the crack to her anus. She washed
it quickly, and got out of there. Almost done and doing fine.
"This is a snap," she thought, "nothing to it." Removing all
thought from her mind, she began to soap her breasts. After six
days without an orgasm, the nipple sensitivity was excruciating.
"Just soap them once, you don't work in a coal mine." Rinse.
Rinse. "O.K. here we go...I'm under control..I'm just so strong."
She pushed the dispenser, and liquid soap squirted into her
right palm. Thinking, she transferred it to her left; the one she
didn't masturbate with. Taking a breath, Marissa began soaping
her rich, dark, pubic hair, conciously avoiding her clitoris.
Then, reaching underneath, she washed both lips. They responded
as usual, thickening under her touch. She could feel herself
opening slightly.
"Just makes the job easier," she thought, "I'm doing
fine."
Her middle finger washed between the lips. She soaped
away the slippery wetness. It was replaced by more. Her sexual
excitement was building and the reptile that lived in the base
of her brain was massaging her pleasure center and whispering to
her, telling her how much better she'll feel after her orgasm.
Enough! Now the part she was dreading. Bending her pelvis up to
give herself better access, Marissa parted the lips, exposing her
clitoris.
"Please God, give me the strength." In one quick motion, sh
skinned it back, exposing the glans, and then, bracing herself,
she let the water hit it. It was almost more than she could
bear, and she was overcome with the urge to give in. "Just a few
more seconds, I can last," she thought, as she quickly washed it.
Turning away from the water, she gratefully released the hood.
She'd made it.
Looking down, she could see the crimson tip, swollen and
pulsating, still protruding from under the hood. Slowly, as
she watched, it returned to its hiding place.
Returning to her room, Mari dressed quickly in shorts an
a tee-shirt, and decided to go up top. There were chairs and
chaise lounges scattered over the dorm's flat roof, and it was
a great place for studying. Being at college on a scholarship,
she took her studies seriously.
Selecting a chaise in the shade, next to the little house
that hid the air conditioning system, Marissa began studying,
methodically preparing for her next class. After she was certain
she had the material down cold, she put the book aside.
Stretching out in the chaise lounge, Marissa though about
how lucky she was. Her excellent grades earned her a scholarship
to a prestigious Big Ten school, and she loved college life. Her
serious study habits made her a success academically, and
her outgoing personality ensured that she was well liked by her
friends.
At eighteen, with her radiant smile and flashing dark
eyes, Marissa was still a virgin. But it wasn't for lack of male
attention.
She was five-foot seven, and walked with an unstudied
sensuality that had fueled the fantasies of half the guys on
campus. And she was well aware of the stir she caused in the
co-ed shower.
The atmosphere of relaxed nudity maintained in the
shower room was a powerful drug for Marissa. She'd take off her
robe and allow one of the guys to engage her in conversation.
Inevitably, they'd be joined by others, some talking, but most
just standing there looking, secure in the protection of the
crowd. She'd watch them struggling to appear nonchalant, trying
to control their obvious excitement, talking rubbish as
glistening drops of pre-cum formed on the heads of their
flaccid dicks.
The thought that her naked body was having such a
profound effect on them would get her so hot that she couldn't
wait to get herself off. When she couldn't stand it anymore,
she'd step into the stall and take her shower, letting her soapy
hands excite her further.
She would have preferred to masturbate right there in
the shower stall, but she was afraid someone would open the
curtain, and she'd be caught. So, using the anticipation of the
pleasure she was shortly to give herself, Marissa would hold
off.
By the time she got back to her dorm room, Marissa would
be desperate. Never knowing when her roommate would appear, she'd
run into the bathroom, carefully lock the door, rip off her robe,
and masturbate furiously, thinking of how the boys who had seen
her naked body, her buck-naked body, were masturbating themselves
right then, unable to control themselves, she had gotten them so
hot.
It was actually a variation on this same scenario, only
hotter...much hotter, that had resulted in Marissa's last orgasm,
six days before. Like a moth flying around a flame, instinctively
sensing the danger of its activity, but somehow unable to
resist, Marissa, laying innocently in the chaise lounge, closed
her eyes and allowed herself to remember...
End of Chapter 1.
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