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Archive name: thankyou.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: Denim (Anonymous Address)
Story title : Thank You
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Thank you (MF, rom)
By Demin (anonymous address)
I entered the darkened room, uncertain as to what
to expect. I could hear the sound of a low bass
beat from the apartment above, but other than that
there was no other noise. I hesitated for a few
moments, and turned around to exit through the very
door I had entered through only seconds before.
"Wait," came the voice through the darkness. "Why
are you leaving?"
I stopped, and tried to catch my breath before
answering. "I'm not sure I should have come here at
all." I hated that my voice sounded so shaky and
small. "I told you before; I don't usually do
things like this."
"But you want to, right?"
I couldn't deny that. My mind traveled back to just
two nights previous, when I sat at the bar, alone,
drinking my rum and coke and looking at the dancers
on the floor as they gyrated to the music. I had
subconsciously been swaying with the beat of the
music, when the same voice that was speaking to me
now had interrupted my thoughts to ask me to dance.
I had simply nodded, and without even looking to
see who had offered the invitation, I had led him
onto the dance floor.
When I got there, I had turned around to see whom
my partner would be. Just as turned, there was a
dramatic pause in the music, almost as though I had
been on a movie set and everything was planned just
so. I had to admit, I was turned on almost the
moment I laid eyes upon the man who was soon moving
to the driving beat of the music.
Always having been a person who felt more
comfortable dancing than anything else, I
immediately began to match his steps, feeling the
throbbing bass deep in the center of my womanhood.
My girlfriends had always made fun of me; they all
said I could probably orgasm just standing in front
of a live band. The truth was, dancing to me was
like having sex in public. Moving my hips, sweat
trickling down my body, the feeling of someone
else's hot flesh pressed against mine, and all the
while that vibration of the bass drum driving into
the core of my being.
When the song ended, I took a moment to catch my
breath, and asked him if he wanted a drink. He
followed me to the bar, watched me order, and after
I took a long drink directly from the glass, he
looked at me with this strangely intense gaze. With
his eyes holding mine, he took the glass from my
fingertips, and slowly licked the place where my
lips had just been.
Without losing my gaze, he tipped the glass and
drained it. I could almost feel his kiss before it
happened as he set the glass down and leaned toward
me. And my God, what a kiss. He skipped all of the
gentle coaxing and nudging, simply dipping his
tongue into my helpless mouth with a suggestive
rhythm. When he pulled away, I had tried to look
away in my embarrassment, but he rather roughly
turned my face back towards his.
"This is my address. Be there on Sunday night.
Don't disappoint me." He pressed a piece of paper
into my hand and turned to leave.
"But wait, I-"
"You what?"
"I don't do this. I don't pick up guys in bars."
"I know," he said. He leaned forward and nipped my
bottom lip. "I'll see you Sunday."
And he had left. I sat there until the bar closed,
and I had wandered around for the next two days,
looking at his address so many times I had it
memorized. I had stood in the mirror, trying to see
what he had seen, trying to rationalize things,
trying to tell myself to forget this and go on with
life, but something in the way this man had touched
me made me forget anything close to rational and
get into a cab and go to the address printed on the
scrap of paper.
"What are you thinking about so hard over there?"
The voice again, I wished that I would quit jumping
inside every time he spoke.
"Why is it so dark in here?" I turned again and put
my back against the door. Again I wondered what the
hell I was doing here.
"I like the dark. Heightens all the other senses.
Would you like a drink? I have rum. Anything you
want, my dear." His voice was low and intense; just
the sound of it dampened my panties.
"I don't know. Why did you invite me here?"
He chuckled. "Why did you come?" He asked softly.
"I invited you here because I intend to fuck you."
My breath quickened at his blunt reply. Normally
such crude language would have sent me reeling in
the opposite direction, but with everything else I
would normally do so far from where I was, his
choice of words seemed very appropriate. Frankly,
he was right; why was I here if it wasn't to
get.fucked?
Suddenly, I felt quite brave. "Where are you?" I
asked.
"Right here in front of you. Go ahead, the path is
wide open." I understood the double meaning of his
words. "Come on, all you have to do is take a few
small steps, and you won't be all alone." My body
moved forward. Half a moment later, my knee grazed
what felt like a sofa. "Mmmm, there you are. I
thought you'd never decide."
"Decide?" I asked.
"Whether to follow your mind, or something
considerably lower." As he said this, I felt his
hand caress my lower tummy. My muscles contracted
and I gasped softly.
"Who are you?" I whispered. "Why me? Why did you
choose me?"
"I am a man who wants a woman. Why you? Because you
have passion dripping from your fingertips. And I
chose you because you wanted to be chosen." His
hand left my stomach. "What are you going to do
about it?"
Instead of answering, I knelt down. I extended a
shaking hand and lowered it until it touched warm
flesh. I moaned softly as I recognized that I had
my hand on his far hip. I ran my hand up his side,
my fingers rejoicing in the feel of his skin. Soon
I couldn't help but actively caress his body with
both of my hands. I could feel my heart pounding in
my chest; my breathing was so rapid I felt dizzy. I
let my fingertips graze over his nipples, they
followed his stomach down to where I could sense
his erection straining toward me. All at once, I
became shy. My hands stilled at the first wisps of
crisp hair.
"Something wrong?" I could hear the mocking smile
in his voice. "That's okay, I'm very proud of you.
Would you like me to take over now?"
I let out a huge sigh. "Yes, yes please." I tried
to be disgusted with how much I wanted this man I
hardly knew, but couldn't. "Please, take me."
"Are you sure you know what you're asking?"
For the first time that night, I didn't hesitate.
"Yes, take m-"
Before I could finish, he abruptly sat up and
literally grabbed me by the waist. All at once I
was lying on my back, his hands were pinning mine
to the couch, and his mouth was assaulting mine. I
nearly cried out in pleasure. I felt him run
something soft through my hands. "Do you mind?" He
murmured. I realized that it was a scarf, I assumed
he intended on tying my hands with it. I mumbled
some sort of positive response, and he straddled my
body and proceeded to gently but firmly bind my
hands to something heavy above my head. His hands
trailed down my arms and rested lightly on my
breasts. I could hardly breathe. His fingers softly
traced tiny circles around my nipples, causing them
to become so erect it almost hurt.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what?"
I whimpered. "Say it." I bit my lip and whimpered
again. "Say it, or I'll stop."
"Oh God, please!" I was coming unglued, I wanted
him so badly. But to hear him speak so forwardly
was one thing, to say such things myself was
something else entirely.
He leaned forward to kiss me, and stopped
millimeters from my parted lips. "Say. It."
My eyes flew open and I couldn't help myself. I
wanted this man, I wanted to be naked, and I wanted
him to "Fuck me! Oh God, please! Fuck me now!"
It was like I had unleashed a pent up beast. My
shirt was torn from my body in moments, and his
beautifully rough mouth was sucking my breast so
hard that pain was coupled with pleasure so intense
I thought I would die. His fingers dug into my
hips, and I could feel his hardness pushing against
my wet crotch. I pressed against him opened my legs
to allow better contact. For the first time, he
moaned out loud.
He raked his fingers down my sides, and pulled at
my pants. I lifted my hips, and reveled in how good
it felt to finally be rid of my clothes. He
wrestled with them for a moment to completely free
me from my wrapping, and slowly he crawled back up
my body until his face was in front of mine. He
rubbed his lips against my mouth; every time I
tried to kiss him, he pulled back, only to return
and continue his torment. He slowly lowered his
body until it's wonderful weight was pressing me
into the plush couch. Then the slow rotation of his
hips began. In my mind I saw those hips on the
dance floor of the bar, and I matched his rhythm.
Instinctively, I raised my hips to allow him to
enter me, but he pushed them back down. "In time,
darling, in time," he said.
He trailed kisses down my body, and as he got
closer and closer to my wet center, my body grew
more and more tense. I strained against my
bindings; I so wanted to guide his mouth to where I
needed him most. But, he needed no guiding. He
found the hot, wet nub and slowly ran his tongue up
its length. Then, slowly and deliberately, he
sucked it in and out of his warm mouth. He
flattened his tongue against me, and rubbed it with
the same rhythm that he had started before. I
couldn't help it, I opened my thighs as far as I
could, allowing him free reign over my already
vulnerable body. While his tongue continued to make
love to me, he ran his hands up my body to my
breasts. It felt like three people were in the room
with me, there were so many sensations at once that
I felt like I couldn't take it all in. He withdrew
one hand from my breast, and my disappointment
quickly faded as I felt his fingers caressing my
soaked hole. With agonizing slowness, he entered
me, never stopping his tongue's tireless rhythm. He
circled my entrance with his finger and entered me
again, beginning the fucking he had promised me. I
could feel my muscles tightening, and I knew I
would come soon. He sucked my clit even harder,
nipping it gently and then kissing the tingles of
pain away, all the while ramming me with three
fingers of the hand that wasn't tweaking my
nipples. "Tell me how you feel, baby," he said.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna come," I moaned. Feeling wanton
and sexy and like I could do no wrong, I said "I'm
gonna come all over your fingers. Oh God, you fuck
me so well."
He moaned with my clit still in his hot mouth, and
increased the intensity of the finger fucking he
was delivering. It felt like every nerve in my body
was gathering around his tongue and fingers. I
could feel little spasms beginning in my stomach,
and I nearly screamed out in ecstacy as the waves
became more intense. Then, all at once, the
strongest orgasm of my life rocked my body. I
ripped my hands free and plunged my fingers into
his hair, pressing him harder against my throbbing
pussy. I could feel my thighs shaking as wave after
wave of pleasure washed over me. Abruptly, his
fingers left me and he rammed his erection deep
into me, burying it in my quaking hole. I could
feel myself clamping down on his cock, and I pulled
his wet mouth to mine so I could taste myself
there. I plunged my tongue into his mouth again and
again, matching his fuck rhythm stroke for stroke.
He pulled my legs up over his shoulders, causing
him to plunge even deeper into me, much deeper than
I thought was possible. Every stroke caused a
delicious combination of pain and pleasure.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more
amazing, I could feel his cock hardening even more
as he built toward his climax. I could feel my body
responding and as the waves of my second orgasm
began, he threw his head back and called out.
He dropped his forehead to mine and allowed my
thighs to slide down his arms to rest beside his.
We were both breathing heavily; the smell of our
sex filled the room. I looked into his eyes, and
saw the same intense look he had given me before.
Unsure what to say, exactly, I said simply what I
was feeling.
"Thank You."
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.
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