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Archive name: thankst.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: Bianca (sex_247_4_bianca@hotmail.com)
Story title : Thanksgiving Tears
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Thanksgiving Tears (MF, rom)
by Bianca Cirillo Baker (sex_247_4_bianca@hotmail.com)
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She closed her eyes tightly willing the tears not to
fall. It was Thanksgiving weekend. She exhaled on a long
breath and a solitary tear slipped onto her cheek. She
brushed it away quickly, squeezing her eyes in an effort
to keep more from falling. She bit into her lower lip,
rolling her head back into her pillow, "Don't you dare
cry!" she repeated over and over.
The holidays always made her sad. It started with
Thanksgiving and it was not until New Years had passed
that she would feel this extraordinary sadness finally
pass.
It would seem this year would be no different. She was
alone again. All of her lovers were men she had met
online. They exchanged emails, occasionally engaged in a
bit of cybersex and from time to time she would speak
with one or another of them by telephone.
She smiled sadly and rose from her bed. She stood
momentarily in front of her computer. She was not going
to turn it on this holiday weekend. She had already
exchanged holiday wishes with each of her lovers, with
the exception of Mason. She decided to give into this
overwhelming sadness and spend the long weekend in her
big empty bed.
She looked up, catching her nude reflection in the
mirror. She cupped her breasts in her palms, thumbing
her nipples to glorious peaks. She reveled in their
size, their fullness. She lifted one, then the other to
her lips drawing each dusky colored bud deeply into her
warm mouth. She shivered, her head lolling back, and
then closing her eyes, her fingers tugging gently on
each taut nub.
After a long moment her fingers relaxed their hold, and
her hands began a tour of her figure, gliding over her
belly to slip between her thighs, her fingers delving
deeply, feeling the soft folds of flesh. She was slick
and warm, and she dipped and probed. She suddenly cried
out, as her fingers plunged deeper, she felt her body
rush toward rapture, and then she quaked for long
moments.
She looked back up in the mirror, and then gazed around
her bedroom.
She was still alone and another solitary tear slipped
down her cheek. She grabbed her silk chemise from the
end of the bed slipped it on and slid back into her bed.
She wiggled down under her comforter, pulling it up
under her chin. She pushed her head down into her
pillows and willed herself to sleep.
She did not know how long she had been asleep when she
sat up with a start. Her bedroom was clothed in total
darkness, but she quickly realized it was an unnatural
darkness. Her hands flew to her face. She was wearing a
blindfold. She gasped, her hands rapidly moving behind
her head to release the blindfold, but her movements
were stilled when she felt her mattress list away from
her.
A large calloused hand covered hers, drawing it back and
laying a kiss to her palm. A hoarse cry escaped over her
tightly drawn lips and she gulped for air. A warm breath
tickled the back of her neck and she began trembling.
"Happy Thanksgiving baby," was whispered against her
ear.
She abruptly ceased shaking as the unknown, uninvited
visitor continued, "I knew you were going to be alone. I
tried catching you online yesterday, but even after
remaining online for several hours, I never saw you come
on. I decided it was time for us to meet. Put a face
with the voice. And what a beautiful face indeed."
This last statement was growled against her temple as
her mystery visitor's velvety tongue slid over her
flesh. She whimpered, his soft, seductive words hanging
in the air.
She turned her head in the direction of the voice and
warm, damp lips brushed across hers, once, twice and
then he cupped the back of her head, her lips parted
slightly, a silent invitation and he accepted, taking
her mouth with unaccustomed ferocity. He tore his mouth
from hers, smoothing his hand roughly over her hair,
tugging the blindfold off with the movement.
Her gaze slid over his naked length, she touched his
face, and then drew him down onto her, "Mason?"
"Ummm."
"Happy Thanksgiving Mason."
He thrust his knee between hers, opening her for his
pleasure, and his fingers found her, wet and tight, and
at the first touch she surged against him, eager with
desire. He played and probed, loving how she rocked into
his touch and whispering how much he wanted to taste her
there, that he wanted to push his tongue into her very
softness and drink of her as no other man will.
She made little helpless sounds and rocked harder. He
stroked her furiously, while his gaze glided over her
body, ripe and round and soft. She was no maiden; no
shyness lingered. And she knew what she wanted.
He groaned and buried his face between her soft, lush
mounds, then he wrapped his lips around each of her
tight, rosy peaks, drawing one, then the other into the
hot suck of his mouth. He dipped lower, scoring his
teeth over the tender underside of her breasts, licking
a moist line down to her navel as he sank to his knees.
He peeled her open and took her femininity with his
mouth.
She clutched his head, arching into his touch, and he
held her, drawing her thigh up over his shoulder and
pushing his tongue deeper. He feasted on her, his mouth
torturing her most tender bud and she held onto him as
waves of pleasure crashed over her, searing her skin.
Before she could catch her breath, he turned her onto
her stomach, tasting the length of her spine, the
ticklish curve at the back of her thighs, following the
sculpted line to her toes.
He gathered her high against his chest, as he undertook
the delicious task of licking a path down her throat.
She moaned at the exquisite torture of his tongue
against her flesh.
She reached between their bodies and clasped him, her
fingers sliding over his erection. He thought he would
explode with the intense pleasure of her touch. She
pushed back against him, climbing higher on his thigh.
He growled against her hair, gripping her hips and
thrusting upward, he entered her in one hard stroke.
Their desire was building as he gave her hips motion,
retreating and thrusting deeply. Her wet glove of
femininity drew him harder and harder with each stroke.
He bowed over her, pushing, pushing, and then fierce,
opulent waves racked their beings.
He held her tight and without withdrawing from her
velvet depths, he pulled her down onto the mattress. She
curled up against his sweat-slicked skin, her bottom
intimately aligned with his groin. He buried his face in
the curve of her throat, kneaded her breasts and as she
drifted to sleep, she heard him tell her how he loved
her deliciously wicked ways just for him.
She smiled, a solitary tear rolled down her cheek,
silently musing that this year it truly was a Happy
Thanksgiving. She wondered if she could persuade Mason
to make similar appearances on Christmas and New Years.
END
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