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The Nascent of Mary Ann's Erotic Spirit
by Mary Ann and David Lee (address withheld)
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A story about the beginning of a romantic relationship.
(MF, rom)
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"I had an erotic experience that was so all
encompassing, beyond my physical reality, I could
almost taste the essence of true spirit, and I could
feel the raw power of existence."
It came about just by a look... Something beyond
vision, into the mystical realm of the supernatural.
Jim, a long-time but not intimate friend, and a new
acquaintance named Chris and I were in the bedroom.
Chris's appearance was handsome in a unique way. And
something else. A gently imposing essence that stirred
something in me immediately. We gazed at each other and
we both instinctively knew we wanted to know each other
sexually. There was no need for words, just a reaction
to a primal need.
Until that moment I had always been reserved and shy
during the initial stages of the mating dance, but now
I lost what society would call 'decency'. Not even
knowing this person, other than the clean erotic mist
surrounding him, I went over and kissed him tenderly,
but the feeling of passion in that kiss was obvious to
both of us.
He pulled back from me with a look of surprise at my
boldness, and then said, "I want you...." His hands
began pealing my long flowing loose black dress from
me. It slid easily off my body (as if the dress could
know that I couldn't even think of resisting what was
happening to me). I surrendered to the feeling
instantly, totally abandoning what had been a normal
reality and surrendering myself to the desire of the
moment. I hadn't even noticed my undergarments
evaporated from by flushed body.
He just gazed at me for a moment with a look of being
completely lost. His eyes expressed his presence being
caught in a whirlpool... Sucked into the power, my
power, life through woman. He began touching me
everywhere, beginning on the side of my neck down my
body with a powerful but a reverent savor that let me
know he truly respected my femininity and saw genuine
female beauty there.
All of a sudden enough 'reality' overcame me and I
looked back over my shoulder at Jim. He looked to be in
a state of shock. He had seen me before in my bikini
and shorts, and I knew he had wondered about what was
then hidden. But now a vision was before him that
seemed to leave him stunned for a moment. I must of
been quite a sight. My pleasantly rounded ass, the
crevice leading to my slit, with hints of hair peeking
out an invitation. My slim waist and firm back leading
to my blonde hair hanging on my shoulders must have
painted a sensuous canvas for his eyes. Without
realizing it, I turned to face him, closing my eyes to
add to the dream state I drifted through.
My thoughts, fringed with nervousness, fantasized about
Jim moving over to me, cupping my breast and feeding on
my nipples... All at once my thoughts became authentic
and I felt the heat moving through my body into his
sucking mouth and circling back to do it all again. Oh,
the warmth of his caressing tongue savoring every
minute nerve in my skin from my breasts to my
shoulders, neck, arms, and fingers.
Jim was sitting on the bed tasting the front of me
while Chris stood behind me with his hardness pressed
between my cheeks. Chris's hands followed Jim's around
my body. An instant replay of erotic dancing fingers
and hands exploring a new universe, my receptive
electric body. I was truly the center of this universe
and their desires. They continually whispered to me
about how soft, sensual, and completely feminine my
skin was, and how beautiful they thought I was. For the
first time in my life, I genuinely believed I was a
lovely, sexy woman. They continued their frenzied quest
by nibbling all the soft pliant flesh they could find.
They seemed like little boys in a candy shop with their
pockets full of money, and afraid it was only a dream.
I began licking them. My tongue seemed parched with a
need to taste their skin. Ohhh, the amorous sensation
of the saline perspiration secreting from their
stimulated male bodies. (I can almost taste it as I
relate this..) As my thirst was being quenched with my
tongue on one, who would shiver in response, the other
would recover enough to return to his gentle bites and
fervent kisses.
I became aware of a void in my uterus, and the
lubricant seeping from my opening... On my knees I slid
my body forward on Jim's lap, reached down between our
bodies, wrapped my fingers around his large hard penis,
then guided the head into my cunt. The moisture flowing
from me allowed him to slide deep inside. It took my
breath away. He filled the void, but a new hunger
emerged. I wanted to be beautifully fucked! I needed to
climb to the zenith, I needed to fly, while sucking his
seed with me. But slowly, so I could savor each
delicious plateau.
I could feel the heat of Chris's breath on the lobes of
my ears and I arched backward so his soft lips could
taste mine. He remained behind me, touching those
places that magically added to the pleasure already
being experienced by all of us. He reached to touch the
slope of my breasts, down the side of my ribcage,
ending on my gyrating hips, becoming a part of the
mating dance Jim and I moved to. They worked in unison,
almost as if they had rehearsed all of this, to make
sure I felt every throb and thrust of Jim's large cock
slipping in and out of my clasping pussy.
Again they synchronized their movements to lay me down
on my back. My thighs fell apart on their own volition,
and Jim's face moved to place his eager tongue on my
clitoris. My mind discovered the similar texture
between the head of his cock and the tip of his tongue.
With each flutter of his tongue, lovely spasms racked
up and down my spine. I enjoyed the oral assault on my
pussy so much that I hadn't thought about Chris. After
earlier initiating so much of our sexual journey, he
now seemed to be enjoying a secondary role. He seemed
happy just to add the needed input whenever it felt
right.
Again, the need for Jim's male organ captivated me, and
we moved to the same position as before. Again I was
riding him, pushing myself up and down with bending and
relaxing my leg and thigh muscles. As I tired, I would
rest and use the muscles inside of me to clasp his
penis tightly, then release it repeatedly.
"I can't believe what you are doing to me down there",
Jim gasped in appreciation.
I gazed downward and hallucinated that my body was a
pulsating extension of his. One pleasure then melted
into another, and the memories of occurrences dissolved
back into a singular pleasure. Out of this fog I
noticed Jim's eyes telling me he was lost to the
demon/angel of life exploding from his loins...
"Ahhhhh.. Ughh... Ohhhh" sounds gurgled from his mouth
in a language that could only be understood by ardent
lovers.
I couldn't (nor even wanted to) resist falling into the
explosion. For the first time in my life (for many
things) I felt the flaming ache of years of repressed
erotic feelings being released, and I rolled and
tumbled over the zenith, soaring through erotic
atmospheres, crescendoing somehow in harmony with Jim's
pulsing manhood inside of my cunt.
(Mmmm... Oh, Yessss! I feel the longing budding inside
of me again. I have enough savvy to realize that a
replay is impossible right now.)
Jim gasped for breath, struggling to control the
trembling of his body. It looked as if he couldn't find
his balance. The best way I can describe it now, is
that his center was buried inside of me creating a core
of it's own, leaving his ego floating freely about, out
of sync. I could feel our juices mingling where our
bodies joined, and the ribald feeling caused more
aftershocks to oscillate through my body. As the waves
diminished I cradled my head into his shoulder and held
him softly. Chris cuddled behind me, creating a web of
warmth between three loving people.
I then fell into a haze of relaxation, peace,
fulfillment, and sleep. The next morning, as I awoke,
my mind dreamingly drifted to memories of the night
before. The only emotion I experienced was that I was
puzzled. I didn't feel even a minute touch of shame.
All I could feel was a pleasurable satisfaction, and
more alive than ever before in my life. I now possessed
a personal power that was conceived from enjoying the
taste of life, yet not being attached to it or the
people involved. I realized that only the memory was
mine to possess, nothing more, and I'm grateful for the
memory. It's within me, part of the essence of my
existence, to be treasured forever. Mary Ann.
P.S. As Mary Ann began relating her story to me, the
purity, feeling, and ferment of her tale, literally
forced to drop everything else I was involved with and
begin writing. In her excitement to express her
newfound joy to someone that fathomed the spiritual
eroticism she experienced, she often jumped ahead of my
typing skills. I often had to slow her down and have
her repeat herself. Consequently, the story was
disjointed in many places.
Fortunately she spent the next 8 or 9 hours at my side
reliving this wonderful episode, causing her to
remember more details which could be included. I felt
so honored not only to have been the recipient of such
a fresh, unashamed, and fervent story, but I immensely
enjoyed the closeness of her erotic aura throughout the
long (but seemingly short) time span.
The feeling continues to pleasantly haunt me as I re-
write and polish the story. Thank you Mary Ann.
Sincerely, with love, David Lee
Copyright 1994
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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