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Him
by Pepper Monsurei (address withheld)

***

And as I slid my mouth down the length of his penis and 
slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the 
shaft, I knew that whatever else this night brings, he 
will reach ecstasy. (MF, rom)

***

There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs 
that were burning brightly in the fireplace. It warmed 
me with its radiating heat as I sat on the floor before 
it. I slowly sipped the wine which he so readily 
poured. It was sweet with a robust aroma that was 
clouding my head and thoughts. I watched him as he 
turned to place another log on the fire.

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked 
briefly at our chance meeting while browsing the 
shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong and 
muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I 
suppose I was attracted to him, for when he asked me to 
his place for a glass of wine, I readily accepted.

As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my 
thoughts drifted to this afternoon, of the private 
moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this evening. I 
recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm 
all over as I passed the soft towel over my naked body. 
Standing naked before my mirror, I admired the shapely 
form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts 
were firm with large cherry-red nipples. 

Looking down, I could just see the glistening folds of 
my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my 
pubic mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. 
I selected a sexy, loose fitting button down blouse and 
matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation for 
this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both 
were made of red silk with a touch of black lace. 
Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my round breasts, 
the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of 
my pubic mound. 

As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm 
skin, I felt a tingling sensation which sent a shiver 
through out my body. I sat at the edge of my bed, 
wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the 
internal stirring I felt in anticipation of what this 
evening would bring. The desire within my groin began 
to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly 
consumed my mind and body. Looking at the clock, I knew 
I had time to lie back and give in to my yearnings.

I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk 
bra stimulating my breasts. I remember thinking of the 
pleasures I have come to enjoy in private moments of 
solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my 
bra and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the 
nipple, gently rubbing it between my fingers. 

I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease 
into the pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember 
becoming aroused, as my other hand slipped under my 
bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the 
pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened 
nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. 
The thoughts of this afternoon, along with the effects 
of the wine began to have an effect on me. I could feel 
myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I 
felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts 
began to ache, as my nipples engorged and hardened. I 
tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle rhythmic 
tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness 
forming within the lips of my vagina. I looked up at 
him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire, unaware of 
the sexual desires slowly building within me.

Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to 
this afternoon. I remembered, as I lay on the bed, 
reaching down over my pelvis, running my fingers over 
my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin 
piece of silken underwear, as I let my fingers slip 
under the panties. 

I thought of my moist vaginal lips, how the wetness 
felt. I remembered how I slowly began to gently tease 
my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my 
fingers between the soft labial folds, carefully 
sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember 
gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles 
around it. I could almost feel the quivers my throbbing 
clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during that 
afternoon's pleasures when I brought myself to a very 
fulfilling orgasm.

I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the 
present. He looked back at me as he stood before the 
fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile appeared upon his 
lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him 
as he knelt before the fireplace and played with the 
burning ambers. The glow of the fire, and the rush of 
the wine was slowly making my head spin. 

I could feel the heat spreading through out my body. In 
an effort to cool off, I unconsciously opened the top 
buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk 
bra upon my breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for 
him. He rose, and walked from the room, stating the 
need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his 
footsteps, descending the stairs to the wine cellar. 
There I sat, the warmth of the fire, the coolness of my 
silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.

I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft 
cushions of the couch behind me. My head was spinning, 
both from the wine and the thoughts of the pleasures I 
gave myself earlier. I could still feel the tingling 
glow from the orgasm I had this afternoon. 

Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning logs. The 
warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated 
up to my neck. The heat was stirring a desire within 
me. In a daze, I opened the remaining buttons of my 
blouse. The coolness, as the open blouse bared my 
chest, stirred me to greater desire. My hand moved 
again to my chest. I undid the front clasp of the bra, 
and let the cups fall away from my breasts. My fingers 
reached for my nipple. 

I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb and 
index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the 
moment. My thoughts were no longer of the pleasures of 
this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that was 
now building deep within my groin. I could feel my 
nipple hardening as I continued to massage the tip.

Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its 
fingers reached for the nipple, and I began to gently 
massage the hardened nipple between my thumb and index 
finger. Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed 
with pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned 
softly as the waves of pleasure my fingers created upon 
my breasts spread to my pelvis. 

I was in a world of my own, concentrating only on the 
throbbing within my groin and abdomen as I continued 
the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my 
legs and by tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle 
pressure upon my groin. I began to rock my pelvis, 
increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my 
vaginal lips and clitoris. I could feels the wetness 
forming between the lips of my vagina. The stimulation 
from the rocking, as I continued to massage both my 
breasts aroused me to further desire.

All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I 
wanted only to satisfy the craving for sexual 
fulfillment my body needed. I let one hand drop from my 
breast. It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my 
pelvis. Softly, I caressed the area of my navel. Making 
small circles around it before I gave into desire and 
slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I 
felt the top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the 
fine hairs of my pubic mound which extended above the 
lace of my panties. 

I reached further to feel the soft folds of labia 
against the silk fabric of my panties. The fine lace of 
my panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was 
producing. From the outside of my panties, I gently 
teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and 
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material. 
My body yearned to be caressed. Through the wetness of 
my panties, I continued the gentle massaging of my 
labial lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the 
depths of my vagina, but was prevented from doing so by 
the fine silk of my panties. I was oblivious to my 
surroundings. 

The only sounds I heard were my own breathing and the 
crackling of the fire. I was giving into to my pleasure 
now. I began to softly moan as the intensity of 
sensations spread from my vagina upward into my 
abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the 
crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds 
of my labia. My labial lips were very wet as I massaged 
the recesses of my vagina. 

With my fingers I formed rhythmic circles around my 
clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing clitoris, pushing 
and pulling it along my labial lips. The intensity of 
the sensations created by the rolling pressure as I 
slid my fingers along my clitoris caused a tingling 
which spread throughout my body.

My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, 
gently massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I 
began a gently rhythmic rocking of my hips against the 
fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my 
fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending and 
forcing them deeply into the folds of my vagina, and 
slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my 
clitoris. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the 
waves of pleasure that was passing from my pelvis 
towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath. My 
soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I 
saw him. He was standing in front of the fire, looking 
down at me. He smiled as he saw my eyes look upon him. 
My orgasm was fast approaching now. He continued to 
watch me. I was beyond control, and I could not stop. 
The burning desire between my thighs was all my mind 
could think about. As he watched, I continued to 
massage my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently 
stroked and manipulated my swollen nipples.

But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the 
heights of sexual ecstacy before him. I have never 
masturbated in front of anyone before. Yet his standing 
over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that 
were building within me. My eyes became glassy, as I 
fought to hold back the tears. Tears, I knew I could 
not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as 
I so intimately caressed myself. But I could not stop, 
the warm tears rolling down my checks only heightened 
my sexual urges.

The fire within my body could not be contained. The 
aching in my groin screamed for more. With my index 
finger I probed deeper into my vagina, while my other 
fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and 
labial lips. With my other hand, I continued to gently 
squeeze and knead my nipple. Through my eyes, I 
pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress 
me, help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.

He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if 
he only touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was 
moaning loudly now, giving in totally to the waves of 
orgasm that were about to overtake my body. He knelt 
over me, his arms out stretched. With all my being I 
wanted him now, at this moment, just at the onset of my 
climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of my own 
and bring me to climax. I wanted to feel his fingers 
massage my labia, to probe the depths of my vagina. I 
wanted his lips upon my breasts. His tongue to lick my 
nipples.

As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation 
of his taking me totally. I eagerly awaited the 
explosion of climax. Just as my body was reaching its 
height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands 
from my pants and away from my breasts. He held my arms 
out, away from my body so I could not touch myself. I 
was suddenly deprived of all stimulation. The 
heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted. 

I screamed out. My body trembled. It felt as though all 
that there was to life came to a halt. Every nerve, 
every muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, 
desperately trying to apply pressure upon my throbbing 
clitoris. I could feel myself shaking, trembling, as he 
held my arms away from my body. The burning that only a 
short time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now 
throbs of pain. My breasts and vagina ached with desire 
as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings. I 
shook violently as my body yearned for climax. 

I cried out pleading with him to release me, to allow 
me to continue the stimulation my body so desperately 
needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to 
stimulate myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep 
me from caressing myself. After what seemed like 
forever, he released my arms.

I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at 
the ceiling, feeling the warm glow of the fire. My 
breathing was slowly returning to normal. I looked at 
him. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what he did, 
and the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon 
his face. He sat before me, and for the first time 
since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only 
wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood, 
firm and erect. 

Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him. I 
took his large, erect penis in my hands, and slowly 
stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of it, 
pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down 
the shaft. I looked up at him, a tear passing from the 
corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion and 
embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought 
myself to near orgasm before him. 

He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his 
groin. All thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I 
took his penis into my mouth. I now realized that in 
his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even 
greater desire to give him fulfillment. And as I slid 
my mouth down the length of his penis and slowly passed 
my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that 
whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.

END

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