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Authors name: Kirsten Berry
Story Title: The XXX-Files: A Personal Fantasy
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The XXX-Files: A personal Fantasy
by Kristen Berry
Please be gentle with me; this is A) my second post to
this group and B) my second attempt at writing erotica
of any sort. (The first is a poem based on my first
bisexual experience; please let me know if you're
interested in seeing it.) compliments/constructive
criticism/whatever is welcome.
BTW, after posting this here, would there be any legal
restrictions on sending this into Penthouse FORUM
Magazine? (That was the original market I intended this
for, but I figured posting here would be more immediate
gratification.)
*
It had all started as one more night singing karaoke at
the bar when the guy in the suit walked over and intro-
duced himself. He was a casting agent for the Fox tele-
vision series THE X-FILES, and they were looking for
someone to play a childhood friend (and eventual love
interest) of Agent Mulder, played by David Duchovny.
Would I be interested? One wildly enthusiastic phone
call to my husband later, I was on my way to Vancouver,
British Columbia, where the show is filmed.
At the initial script run-through, I settled in effort-
lessly, developing an instant rapport with David, his
co-star (or was that *our* co-star?), Gillian Anderson,
and the rest of the crew. In the evenings, David and
I went out for dinner and dancing, establishing a re-
lationship that quickly felt as though we *had* grown
up together. Principal photography for the episode
began, and people couldn't help but notice the elec-
tricity as David and I shot our scenes.
One afternoon as we were shooting exteriors, a thunder-
storm blew up unexpectedly, and the rest of the day's
shoot was cancelled. Back at the hotel, I stared out
the window dejectedly. This was the first time my
husband and I had ever been apart for more than a day,
and the first time in all of my twenty-four years I had
*ever* been outside my native California. Never in my
life had I felt so alone.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. It was David,
script in hand, wearing a tight white t-shirt and a
pair of faded, ripped jeans that fit like he had been
born in them. I invited him in, grabbed my own script,
and offered him a drink. Diet sodas in hand, we sat
on the edge of the bed and started running lines.
Apparently, my mood didn't dissipate, for a few minutes
later David set down his script as I felt tears come to
my eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, a look of genuine
concern throwing a shadow across his boyish face.
Setting my glasses aside to wipe my eyes, I merely
shook my head. "Hold me, please," was all I said.
For a timeless space, we sat there, arms around each
other, one of David's hands gently caressing my face.
Suddenly, I not so much heard as felt David start to
chuckle. I looked up at him bemusedly. "What?"
David just looked at me and smiled. "You know how the
series motto is 'The truth is out there?'" I nodded.
"Well, the truth is I have never wanted to do anything
in my life as much as this." His mouth descended upon
mine, and we kissed, each of us instinctively knowing
what the other wanted.
We needed no words then. Under my oversized poet
blouse, David found first my bare back, and then my
bare breasts. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly
as his long, slender fingers expertly played with my
nipples. We continued kissing as he helped me out of
my clothes. As I stepped out of my skirt and panties
and lay back on the bed, David's fingers ran up the
inside of my thighs until he found my fiery liquid
center. With two fingers deep inside me and a thumb
on my clit, he played me as Segovia played the guitar,
starting softly, then building to a crescendo rendering
me incapable of anything else as I screamed my release.
Still fully clothed, David sat beside me on the bed,
gently stroking my breasts and belly until my breathing
returned to normal. Sitting up, I reached for him, but
he stood and crossed the room with a cautioning gesture
and a mischevious smile. Taking the basket of compli-
mentary hotel goodies, David rummaged through the
contents and sat back down, tossing a package of con-
doms on the bedside table. Smiling, we melted into
another embrace.
I pulled off David's shirt and began nibbling my way
down his smooth chest. I opened his jeans and slid
them over his firm ass and well-muscled legs, revealing
a pair of dark blue bikini briefs that were fighting
valiantly to contain his straining manhood. The battle
was futile, however, and I relieved them from duty,
much preferring to take matters--and David-- into my
own hands. Oh, how I wanted to taste him! I knew,
though, that that was not a risk worth taking, so I
reached for a condom and opened the wrapper.
Staring into David's deep blue eyes, I placed the
condom over the head of his cock. Using only my mouth,
I rolled it over his full length, savoring the way it
felt. David wound his fingers into my long hair,
moaning, as I lazily worked my way back up his beauti-
ful shaft. Pulling away, I settled back on the bed,
holding my arms out to him.
Like a man possessed, David crawled onto the bed. We
kissed, gently at first, then with a savage urgency as
he entered me. We were consumed by a fire of passion--
there was no holding either of us back. David slammed
into me in a way that, somewhere in the back of my
crazed mind, I knew would leave me bruised from navel
to knee, but I simply did not care. I matched his
brutal rhythm thrust for thrust, clawing his back,
crying out his name, with my legs locked around his.
A triumphant shout signalled David's impending orgasm,
and his hips began moving at an impossible speed.
David's climax triggered my own, and I sank my teeth
into his shoulder in an animal fury.
We spent the night in each others arms, reluctantly
parting only so David would be in his room for his
wake-up call to avoid arousing suspicion. ("I think we
aroused plenty of other things tonight," he laughed,
deftly avoiding the pillow I threw at him.) The
weather cleared that morning, and shooting resumed.
Everyone agred that the scenes David and I did that
day were the best yet. David just looked at me and
smiled. "We put in some long hours last night," was
all he said.
*
I readily admit this is extraordinarily vanilla, but
it's what I came up with. Remember, I *did* say I had
originally written this for Penthouse.:)
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