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You're A Contradiction
By Anonymous Author (1997)
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A woman wants to be pregnant, and trys anywhichway to
make it happen. (MF, rom)
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He was beginning to snort. He always snorts just before
he cums.
I love to watch him cum. His face always scrunches up
and he always clenches his teeth. Then when I feel his
buttocks go tight, his mouth goes slack and his eyes
roll up. He always lets out a long groan when he starts
to beat frantically into me, grunting with each sharp
thrust. He becomes such an animal!
Just like always, when he was finished, he fell onto
me, gulping air. His heaving chest pressed onto my
breasts and I felt his heart pounding against mine. He
began to gently nibble at my ear and I shivered at his
gasping breath on my neck and his semen streaming from
my pussy onto the mattress.
Every night, after we make love, I say a silent prayer
of thanks to God that He gave me Don. Especially after
some of the assholes I went out with before I met him.
Don's so different from any guy I've ever known. He's
smart, he's funny and he dotes on me constantly. He
makes lots of money, but it wouldn't matter to me if we
had to live in a station wagon as long as we were
together.
He's such a gentle lover. He's so caring. Most of the
guys I've been with never liked to go down on me, but
Don never hesitates. He always makes sure I cum even
before he thinks about his pleasure. Sometimes before
he cums inside me, he caresses me while I get off with
the vibrator.
Sure, maybe I've had more intense orgasms with a couple
of other guys, but they were real jerks. Don may not be
the most handsome guy in the world, but I can't imagine
loving anyone anywhere near as much as I love him.
Sometimes I love him so much it hurts.
Don kissed my neck. "Well," he whispered into my ear,
"when do we stop practicing and really start making a
baby?"
"Soon," I breathed, stroking his head. "I start my
period tomorrow. The doctor said that the best time is
a little more than a week after I finish, but we could
do it earlier and your seed should stay inside me for
days, so it could happen anytime."
"I can't wait to make you pregnant," Don said as he
nuzzled into the hollow of my neck. "Aw," he sighed, as
always, as his soft cock slipped out of my pussy. His
thick seed poured out of me. He always came a lot.
"Neither can I." I caressed his back. "The doctor told
me that I'd be real fertile just coming off the pill,
so by this time next month I'll have your baby inside
me."
"I love you," he whispered, staring into my eyes.
"I love you, too," I replied. We kissed each other
deeply.
My period, as usual, started on schedule. I know those
few days when I was menstruating bothered Don even
though he never complained. Even though he couldn't cum
inside me, it wasn't like we didn't make love. Don
loved to cum in my throat almost as much as he loved to
fill my pussy. It was because he couldn't make me cum.
I told him that I didn't care, but he still tried extra
hard to make me happy. He really is a gem.
The day after I started my period, he gave me the bad
news.
"I have to go out of town."
I pulled back from our welcome-home hug and asked,
"When?"
He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. "Tomorrow."
I cried, "Tomorrow? For how long?"
He looked as if he was going to cry. "Almost a month."
I was heartbroken. Don had told me his job might send
him to other sites for brief periods of time, but this
was the first time it had happened since we'd been
married. This would be the first time we would be
separated.
"But the baby," I whimpered.
"Is going to have to wait. I'm sorry Kathy, but I'm the
only one in the entire company who can fix the problem.
I did tell you this could happen."
"Don," I suddenly realized, "can't you take me with
you?"
"No, the company insists that wives don't come with
their husbands on business trips. Don't worry. When I
found that out I was on the phone with a couple of
different headhunters. This won't happen again." He was
angry about it, that's for sure.
Then he said, "But there's nothing I can do about this.
I've got to go. I'm so sorry."
"I am too." I hugged him tight. "I'm going to miss you
so."
That night I must have swallowed gallons of his semen.
He just came and came, but it didn't seem enough for
him. Or for me. He looked at me with a puzzled
expression when I got up and went into the bathroom. I
came back with a towel and put it under me, then I
pulled him down onto me. When I reached down and put
his cock-head between my pussy lips, he said, "Are you
sure?"
In answer I pushed up my hips and his cock buried
itself into my pussy. I was really tight and sticky
from my flow and it really seemed to turn him on. It
wasn't long before he started snorting and coming.
When he was done draining himself into me and lay
gasping at my breast, he panted, "D-do you think..."
"No," I sighed, "it's still much too early. And even if
it wasn't, the sperm would just spill out with my
flow."
"Kathy, I..."
"I know," I soothed, "I'm disappointed, too. Next
month. Next month we'll make a baby. A beautiful
golden-haired baby with beautiful light blue eyes, just
like ours."
"Just like ours," he sighed. "Next month."
"Next month for sure," I whispered. We fell asleep in
each other's arms.
***
I thought the first few days without Don would be the
worst. They were pretty bad. I busied myself with my
housework and my hobbies. I put up a new shelf in the
bathroom. I started on making a dress. And I spent a
lot of time on the phone with my best friend, Sandy,
mostly complaining about how much I missed Don.
During the couple of days, he called every night, but
the calls came later and later because he was so busy.
On one call, he fell asleep in the middle of a
sentence. I yelled into the phone to wake him up and
told him that while I really missed hearing him snore,
I didn't want him to get sick from lack of sleep. After
that he didn't call much in the evenings.
The nights were horrible.
I got ready for bed, but it was so lonely without Don.
He loves to watch me change into my skimpy nightgowns.
But his eyes weren't staring at me when I slipped out
of my bra and let my firm breasts free. He loves how
they're so full but don't sag at all. He wasn't there
when I pulled my jeans down over my pelvis and let them
drop to the floor. He loves to caress my wide hips. But
it was just the cold air I felt on my bare skin, not
his gentle hands.
That first night when I tried to go to sleep, I kept
reaching over to where he should be laying and I'd wake
up with a start when I discovered he wasn't there. I
just couldn't get used to sleeping alone in our big
bed, so I just got up and went into the living room.
Eventually I fell asleep in the chair in front of the
TV.
I spent over a week sleeping in that chair. One night I
woke up and there was this really erotic movie on the
TV. The doctor told me that it wasn't uncommon for a
woman to feel, as he put it, "more responsive" just
after she stopped taking the pill, but I was caught
unawares at the intensity of my horniness. I stared at
the screen getting hotter and hotter until I was
burning with desire and my fingers wandered into my lap
to play along the folds of my pussy lips.
I couldn't stand it. I got up and practically ran to
the bedroom. I pushed the fabric and sewing supplies
off the bed, and pulled out the vibrator. I slid off my
panties, spread out on bed and poked the tip of the
quivering plastic between my legs. I rubbed it up and
down against my clit, imagining it was Don's tongue,
and I felt the flutter of my orgasm beginning.
As the spark of pleasure ebbed, I slid the vibrator
lower, letting it slip between the folds of my pussy. I
began to groan as I slowly pushed the hard shaft into
me. It was thicker than Don's cock and I felt myself
stretching to take in all in.
I was imagining Don grunting and thrusting into me, but
then suddenly the image of an old boyfriend flashed
through my mind. An explosive orgasm roared through my
body, taking my breath away. Wave after wave of intense
rapture buffeted my senses. It seemed to go on forever.
Finally it waned and I immediately fell into a deep
contented sleep. It was the first decent night's sleep
I'd had since Don left.
END
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