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Archive name: sylvan.txt (MM, rom, voy, mast, fant)
Authors name: Bronson McGee (dreemanth@aol.com)
Story title : Sylvan and Kelly
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Sylvan and Kelly (MM, rom, voy, mast, fant)
by Bronson McGee (dreemanth@aol.com)
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A semi-true story about the strange events surrounding
the mysterious infliction with Kelly. Very short, but to
the point. Those who know about the background of the
story will enjoy it more than others. Sequels are coming
which will provide more character development and plot.
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SYLVAN AND KELLY: A ROMANTIC TRAGEDY
There is a room. The room is white. The room is a
shining glow that envelops all colors. It is perfectly
round, the curves of the room bathed in ethereal glow.
In the center of the room lies a perfectly round bed.
The gentle tapping of footsteps become louder as Cortez
enters the round room. Under his right arm lie the
sheets of seduction, made from satin as red as a white
rose covered in chocolate. Under his left arm he carries
a vat of rich, textured lavender oil. Cortez stops at
the bed and sighs expectantly, his penis becoming
slightly erect as he imagines the pleasure that will
soon commence upon it.
With a sudden rush of movement, Cortez places the sheets
on the bed, with unimaginable precision; not one crease
can be seen. He lays the lavender oil near the foot of
the bed.
With another audible sigh, Cortez leaves the room.
FOUR HOURS LATER:
Kelly awoke. He did not know where he was or how he had
got there. He blinked his eyes and tried to focus.
Kelly was lying on the round bed with satin sheets.
Naked, his muscular body throbbed with passion. His
nipples were semi-hard and twitching. For reasons
unexplained, Kelly felt aroused by this erotic scene.
His hand went to his long, slightly curved penis and
began to rub it gently; not to coax pleasure from it,
but to wake it up. He moaned slightly.
In the background, somewhere behind him, he could hear
faint techno music. In a room not far away, Sam played
the turntables, bringing forth an erotic beat. He was
the best DJ in the world.
Kelly rubbed his elongated shaft in time with the beat,
his body throbbing. Another moan escaped his lips.
He looked up and saw Juniper standing near his feet. He
hadn't noticed her entrance; too entranced was he was
the vigorous pulsating of the erotic techno. Keeping her
eyes averted, Juniper began applying Cortez's magical
lavender oil generously to his flesh. The slippery feel
of the oil delighted him, especially when she rubbed it
on his armpit. Upon finishing, she left the room with a
small bow in his direction, leaving him once again to be
entranced by his own body.
How to describe the beauty of Kelly's manloving love
handle? It was a voluptuous, supple yet firm, plump,
sensual, moist, slippery, tender pleasure-shaft. From
it's head came the song of love, calling forth to all.
Kelly opened his eyes, which seemed even brighter than
usual thanks to the purple eyeliner that coated it's
perfectly shaped edges. He could feel within his breast
a presence emanating from the far side of the room. He
looked up.
He could see the vague outline of an angelic figure
bathed in heavenly light. He raised his soft, oiled hand
to his eyes to shut out the glow. There stood an angel
in human form; his one true love: Sylvan.
Sylvan was draped in a full-bodied trenchcoat, the color
of obsidian. Sylvan's hand was clothed in a single
leather glove. His hair waved seductively, as though a
breeze went through the room, though Kelly could feel no
such breeze. Sylvan's eyes were hidden by the lenses of
his sunglasses, and in the reflection Kelly could see
himself, bearing a remarkable resemblance to Rocky from
the Rocky Horror Picture Show, naked on the bed, one
hand clasped around his dick.
This was so erotic that Kelly moaned again. Sylvan,
hearing this, began to walk slowly toward him, his
gloved hand outstretched in welcome. As he drew near,
Kelly took his hand from his shaft and raised it towards
Sylvan, asking for peckliment. Seeing this, Sylvan
whipped off his glove.
Sylvan reached out for Kelly's womanhood and clasped the
warm tender meat lovingly.
He jacked Kelly off. The techno music approached climax.
As Kelly neared orgasm, he looked up and saw Hoax
hanging from the ceiling from a leather sling. His
penetrating gaze saw into Hoax's eyes, causing Hoax to
squirm with a sudden ejaculation.
"Gniaaaw." Screamed Hoax.
Seeing this, Kelly knew that the time had come. He
looked into Sylvan's loving eyes. He knew what to do to
ensure Sylvan's love forever. It was the only way to
save his people.
"HOAX!" Kelly yelled as his throbbing shaft pumped load
after load of steaming juices into the air. As he did
so, the techno music went from a throbbing, rapid-fire
pace to a slow, melancholy note. Simultaneously, the
foreman entered the room, carrying a ladder for the
stunning climax of this scene of love.
Hoax detached himself from the sling and climbed down
the ladder, his loving gaze locked on Kelly's womanhood.
Clasped in his hand was a sock. As he neared the floor,
everyone piled into the room, watching in awe.
Hoax placed the sock tenderly over Kelly's burnt-out
penile extension. As the last remnant of Kelly's
womanhood disappeared into the fiber, the room came
alive with applause. It was here, the moment of truth,
and we would all be free at last
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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 sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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