quixote@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (12/24/90)
so here are two separate pieces I would like submitted non-anonymously to rec.arts.erotica:
Merengue
They lie on the floor, facing each other. He grasps her hands in
his, their fingers locking, palms pressed against each other.
Tentatively, he pushes forward; she responds with firmness, moving
back with his thrust but not yielding. He pulls her back. They are
ready.
He loosens his hold to the most delicate of touching, so only
their fingertips meet. He begins the slow, rhythmic, forward and back
motion with his hands, their hold never breaking. He slowly brings
their hands together and intertwines their arms like serpents, up and
down, the rhythm increasing. He tightens their hold now, pressing his
palms against hers. He separates their arms and pulls her entire body
to his, only to push her away again. The rhythm, ever quickening:
forward, back. At his lead, they rise to their knees and grasp each
others' shoulders. They rock in the rhythm, burning in their
closeness.
With an exchange of the eyes, they rise to the dance...
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Seduction
Hearing the buzzer, I ran downstairs to let her in. I hadn't seen her
for almost a month. We had talked on the phone a few times, but one
thought coursed through my mind: her back. She had promised me her
back. Well, I could only use my hands, but that would be enough.
We went to my room and closed the door. She lay face down on my couch
-- and I began to massage her back through her T-shirt. Afraid to
make any unwanted advances, I sat beside the couch. She told me I
could sit on top of her and so I did, now reaching under the back of
her shirt to caress her soft skin. As I worked my way up her back, I
reached her bra-strap. I worked around it for a while, and then asked
if I could remove it. She nodded, and I unstrapped it.
Now having full access to her back, I kneaded the length of her spine
with my fingertips, progressing from tender caresses to vigorous
thrusts, up and down the length of her back. By now I had pushed her
shirt up to her shoulders. I took a bottle of massage oil off the
shelf and warned her that her shirt might get oily. She removed it
and placed it beneath her, barely covering her breasts.
I spread some oil on her back and then started to massage large
circles, warming her back with the motion. I could hear how her
breathing quickened at moments, but I said nothing. I massaged her
thoroughly -- her spine, beneath her shoulder blades, her exposed
sides, the back of her neck.
Finally, my desire overcame my restraint. I asked her if I could lick
her back. She teased me, asking me if I really liked the taste of
oil. I asked again, and she said yes. I then licked her ever so
slowly, starting from the base of her spine, snaking up with the tip
of my tongue until I reached her neck, then slithering back down. I
did it again and again, each time faster; I could her gasp at the
moist pressure of my tongue. I kissed the whole area of her back
nibbling from the shoulders down to the waistline, even reaching
beneath the elastic of her sweatpants with my tongue. I began to lick
in sudden, hard strokes up her back with the flat of my tongue, and
her gasps escalated to moans. Still seated sbove her, I could feel
her pelvis squirm with each thrust of my tongue, but I held back. I
licked each arm, kissing inside her elbows, carressing her arms and
hands with my lips. I nibbled at her neck, licking closer and closer
to her face. I then tightened my knees around her waist and began to
lick up her spine again. By now I had been licking her back and arms
for almost half an hour. And this time when I neared her face, she
met me for a kiss...
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Thanks in advance,
Daniel Tunkelang (quixote@athena.mit.edu)
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