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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Light A Candle For Me (MF, rom)
by Arc Light
I lit the candle, set it on the table and turned off the lights.
We had just eaten and vegged in front of the idiot box. A silent
mood pervaded us all. All the joking, hypothetical discussions
had suddenly become real, palpable. I smiled sheepishly at him,
then turning my gaze to her. she looked somewhat uncertain. I
sould understand her hesitance: after all, he was my lover and
she felt like an intruder. I smiled, trying to impart my desire
to share something wonderful with my best friend.
---I don't mean to make myself sound so utterly selfless, so giving,
because I'm not. I had ulterior motives: I wanted her too. She
knew this and as a confirmed heterosexual, felt a little uneasy...
but yet, we were close enough, open-minded enough, and adventurous
enough that it wouldn't really be a problem.
She smiled back.
The candle had burned about a third of the way. We were a tangle
of sweating bodies: stroking, touching, kissing, caressing anything
close enough. My brain was afire. Never before had my body been so
receptive to human touch. We all had goofy smiles on our faces,
flickering flames in our eyes. His shirt was in a heap on the floor.
She and I looked at one another with the same mischieveous look---we
both had the same idea. As one, we attacked his nipples, she on the
left, I on the right. A surprised moan of delight escaped his lips
as we mercilously tore into him.
To continue the onslought, I reached down and started stroking his
erect penis through his pants, she stroking his legs. He was
completely helpless, and enjoying every second of it.
I looked up from his chest; she was staring into my eyes. I knew
she'd never make the first move, so I leaned over and kissed her
gently on the lips. Meanwhile, he turned his attention on her,
slowly unbottoning her shirt, kissing her chest as he worked down
as I kissed her neck and face and nibbled on her ears. When her
shirt and bra had joined company with his garment on the floor, he
started suckling on one nipple. I took the cue and began with the
other.
All was silent but for the ragged breaths escaping her lips.
While still teasing with my tongue, I caressed each of them with
either hand. I felt his hands on the inside of my thigh, hers
stroking my breast. I couldn't help but to think, "I hope it's my
turn."
I looked up expectantly at them, only to see them passionately
kissing. It rather surprised me because he and I had been exclusive
for quite a while. But to my surprise, it was very exciting to watch
my lover kiss another. They noted the odd look on my face, laughed
lightly and softly kissed me on either side of my forehead.
He turned his attention to me, kissing me with a teasing tongue
while she lightly ran her nails over the back of my neck, affecting
chills down my spine. Very quickly my shirt and bra joined their
fellows on the floor and I now experienced the pleasure of the
double attack, with the added bonus of a caressing hand working up
my thigh, its partner doing the same for her.
We all looked at one another and smiled.
I stared at the remaining third of the burning candle, the dis-
arrayed heap of all of our clothing on the floor next to the bed,
then at them next to me, moaning, panting. I had let her go first.
Again, I was not being selfless: I knew that watching them d to
vibrate in sympathy with hers: what ever I saw him do to her, I
could feel. I reached over and caressed them both, stroking his
chest, her breasts. I kissed each of them, noting the tensing
muscles, knowing that he was close to orgasm. He thrust faster
and faster and she softly moaned, causing my body to go crazy too.
He went to the bathroom to dispose of the "latex body armor" and
to clean up a little. "What did you think??" "He's wonderful...
it's never been like that before. You're a lucky woman." I smiled
knowingly and kissed her forehead...then her cheek, her soft lips.
She smiled tiredly. I stroked her torso, kissed her, my excitement
rising yet higher. I looked up to see him leaning against the
wall, the now flaccid penis starting to regain new life.
I smiled at him. "May I join you??" "Please do." My greedy mind
thought, "My turn, my turn!!!" He kissed me deeply. I knew that
the foreplay would probably have to last a while, because though
he could keep it up for a long time, it took a while to recharge.
I didn't mind. This time they centered on me: each of them on
either side of me, caressing, stoking the fires. A kiss here, a
touch there, a nibble in all the right places almost drove me
insane. Having two people caress me at once is the one of the
most intense erotic experiences of my life. The edges of the
world started growing fuzzy as he got up to get another condom.
I watched as he carefully rolled it on, with great anticipation.
He situated himself on top of me and entered my longing body. We
moved in easy motions. I looked over at her, watching her
expression. It seemed that she enjoyed voyeurism too. Before I
knew it, I felt her hands on my body, watched them on his, my body
ready to explode any moment. I heard my own rasping breath, felt
his on my cheek as he kissed me first gently, then passionately.
He kissed her, then she me. The world was blurry, beautiful. I
felt his final blows, then the calm throbbing inside me as he came.
We collapsed in exhaustion, and after cleaning up minimally, slept
in a contented, tangled mass.