From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust Story: (D/s,Bi-fem,B&D,S/M)
Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:39:43 GMT
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MRWADE.130                                        By Master Wade  



                                 



                           Latin Lust



                           Chapter One



     Anna Maria took a fragrance card from the crystal holder on

the counter and held it close, her eyes closed as she sampled the

scent of yet another expensive perfume.  She had a weakness for

anything that made her feel more feminine.  The countertop in her

bathroom was already crowded with bottles of perfumes, lipsticks

and glosses, skin moisturizers; anything and everything that she

could use to make herself more beautiful and more appealing.  But

there was always room for more.

     Returning home from her shopping, Anna Maria emptied the

contents of her shopping bags onto her bed.  It was sinful to

indulge in so many selfish pleasures, but she had worked hard to

get where she was.  What was the point if she couldn't have nice

things?

     Thinking back to her school days, Anna Maria remembered the

many times she had borrowed liptstick from her roommate, unable to

afford anything that wasn't a necessity.  Anyone looking into her

closets now and seeing the rows of dresses she owned would find it

hard to believe she had gone through college and law school with a

collection of hand-me-downs from her older sister.  There had only

been one dress which fit her nicely enough to wear, and she had

finally replaced it during her senior year at T.C. Williams so that

she would have something else to wear at graduation.

     Things were much different now, and she was glad of it.  Many

things had changed for Anna Maria since her graduation.  She had

always been an attractive girl.  Her olive skin was unblemished,

and her heredity and habits had combined to give her a body which

looked good in all kinds of clothes, or out of them.  But while she

had always been pretty, it had only been since the end of her

schooling that Anna Maria had really begun to enjoy her own beauty

and to come to a full understanding of just how wonderful it was to

be a woman.

     Sliding out of her clothing, Anna Maria began trying on the

panties she had just purchased, standing in front of the full

length mirror and turning slowly to see how they clung to her ripe

young body.  She took the elastic in her small fingers and tugged

it this way and that, and smoothed her hand down her belly and

across the curve of her buttocks, raising to her tiptoes to watch

the flexing of the muscles in her calves and thighs.  Sliding her

desk chair in front of the mirror, Anna Maria sat down and opened

her legs slowly, looking at her image to see how the material

covering her crotch lay against her damp skin.

     She thought of all the cruel remarks she and her friends had

made about men and their interest in "beaver-shots".  Who could

blame men for enjoying something as beautiful as what she now

beheld?  One didn't have to be perverted to enjoy the suggestive

and yet innocent beauty of silk pulled tightly against pouting

vaginal lips.  Nor did you have to be male to enjoy it.

     Anna Maria tried on all eight pair of the panties she had

purchased, going through the same routine, committing to memory

just how each pair looked on her.  Sometimes she wished she had a

girlfriend to shop with, someone who understood and shared her new

love affair with her body.  They could model the clothes for each

other, and maybe it wouldn't be so selfish of her if someone else

could enjoy it too.  Such thoughts always excited Anna Maria.  But

then these days it seemed that almost everything excited her.

     Anna Maria put away her purchases and ran a bath for herself. 

She turned the gold-toned controls until the water reached the

temperature she wanted, and held the capful of bubble bath in the

rushing water.  It would take some time for the large tub to fill,

but she especially liked her bathroom and the oversized tub was one

of the features that had sold her on the house in the first place.

It had been yet another extravagant purchase.  A single girl in her

early twenties didn't need a house this size.  Still, she could

easily afford the payments, and compared to the cost of renting an

apartment she would be happy with, it was actually a good

investment.  Real estate in the fashionable West End was a valuable

commodity, and she could almost certainly make money on the

property if she ever wanted to sell it.

     Anna Maria slid into the hot bath water slowly, allowing her

body to become accustomed to the change in temperature.  She slid

her hands along her thighs, feeling the goosebumps and considering

the rather odd fact that extremes of both heat and cold could cause

them.  Other things could cause them too, of course, and as Anna

Maria thought about that her right hand moved between her legs and

she began rubbing her clitoris gently with her fingers.

     The word "cock" surfaced momentarily in Anna Maria's thoughts,

and it caused an immediate reaction in her body.  She conciously

thought the word again, feeling the jolt of passion run through her

once more.  She played with her thoughts, just as she played with

her sex, switching words, alternating them, combining them.  Cock,

pussy, balls, fuck, eat, doggy style, spread-open, cum; she thought

all those words as she slid lower in the water and opened her legs

further apart.

     I can think anything I want to think.  She almost said it

outloud.  If it excites me, I can think it.  Cock, black cock, big

cock, cocks, two men, three, cocks, lots of cocks.  Anything. 

Betty's breasts.  Paul's ass.  Paul's balls.  Paul fucking me.

     The orgasm hit her suddenly, her entire body tensing, the

water splashing against the sides of the large tub as her hips

pumped against her rapidly moving hand.  Anna Maria bit her lower

lip, hard, and her left hand moved to her right breast, her fingers

pinching her nipple as the orgasm reached its peak.

     When it was over, she lay there quietly in the still-hot

water, letting her breathing return to normal.  Her mind was still

busy, considering the thoughts which had led to the explosion

within her body.  I can do those things if I want, she thought. I

can have anything I want.  Anything.



Continued in MRWADE.131...



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