rkelly%carina.unm.edu@ariel.unm.edu (Robert Kelly) (04/10/90)
THINKING OF YOU
a bout with computer sex, compliments
of the SeXFienDS
mailing list
too bad you weren't on tonite, I am all alone and I am sitting in
a deserted computer pod
all
by
myself...
I am think-ing of you.
I am thinking of you as I take off my clothes. Here. All alone.
I am starting with my grey sweater, finely knit. I lift it up over
my head. It is off now.
Underneath it is a black t-shirt. I am still thinking of you. My
Radio is blaring Billy Idol's "Mony Mony"
I am still think-ing of you.
I am taking of my t-shirt, exposing my chest and my black hair there.
I trace my right nipple thinking of your lips. Thinking of
your teeth.
"Here she come down...
I am thinking of you. My hands trace down to my button fly. I stroke
myself between my legs, feeling my blood roll behind my eyes.
I imagine you nude before me, assisting my buttons, one by one by one,
sharp nails scraping at my hips. I can feel your breasts come
closer to my torso.
"...singing Mony Mony...
I can only think of my hands freely play in your hair. I grow hard rubbing
up next to you.
I am unbuttoning my pants now, lisa. I've taken off my belt and wrapped
it around one of my hands. I yearn to kiss your lips, placing my
tongue deeply in your mouth.
I am thinking of you. Belt in one hand, loosened pants. I've kicked off my
shoes. I fondly remember the first time we made it. You were bent over
your computer console as I pounded into you. Call me Sir, lisa.
"Coming on strong...
I want to take you into my arms and swing you to your bed. I want to remove
each peice of your clothing, replacing them with a kiss to cover you.
I would like for my tongue to taste each part of your body.
I want to dismember you with my lips. Reassemble you with gentle kisses.
I am thinking of you as my pants reach my knees, knowing full well that you
would be far more adept to help me. I feel my cock bulging against
spandex and cloth. I remember how you once undressed me with your
teeth.
"...swinging...
I want you. Over and over. I place you on your stomach on your bed. I kiss
your shoulders, massaging your back with my lips. You feel my tongue
tickling your sides as it reaches your hips. I am getting closer to
your thighs.
My pants are off of me. All I am wearing is my underwear. I am stroking
myself underneath my shorts. I want you here. I want you to feel me.
My lips attach supply to your thigh. I cant smell your wet mons perfume and
mist. The attachment is firm against my teeth, and you feel the slight pain as the blood cells burst right there between you legs. I hear
You moan as I work up to your crevasse betwen your cheeks. A finger
spreads your natural lubricant generously, mixing freely with my
saliva.
I am going to remove my underwear now. My prick stands before me, painfully
needing a hole to enter. This shaft has long needed to be buried into
one for an aching long time. It has a hunger of its own, lisa.
Readjusting, you feel me straddle you, my cock deftly seeking between your
cheeks what it wants. On top of you, I kiss and bite your neck. I
place myself on the edge and ask you if you want it.
You say yes.
I rub back and forth. You feel me throb as my hips move. Grinding. I tell
you to beg.
You say please.
I bite, teasingly, with pain. Not good enough.
Enter me, you say. Now. Please.
I place my phallus right at your hole. Now?
Yes.
I begin to enter, I feel you tighten, then relax. I sink all the way into
you and hold you tightly to me. Gutterals escape your lips and I
grab onto your shoulders, forcing you to arch your back. I pull
slightly back and enter with a larger thrust. I feel something wet
on my hands and find you licking them. If I had two pricks, I
would give you that one,too, orally.
We rock, slowly at first, then more vigorously. I begin to moan and your
voice meets mine. The rhythm increases. Pounding, entering and
relaxing. My hips beat against your buttocks and you let short moans
and grunts each time we meet. Your hands are pressed deeply in
your mons, spreading wetness across the sheets. My hands grab
visciously at your nipples, twisting them. You moan. You ears
are filled with the blood beating to the same throb of my cock
deep inside you.
I groan, and tell you that I am there. You utter yes, now, please. and I
rock forward. deeper than ever before and you feel me discharge,
I groan again. I discharge deep inside of you. You feel yourself
lose all control and cream runs out over your hands. Involuntarily,
I rock forward again and discharge again.
You moan and the world rolls away from your eyes. Hmmm....
I am still here. I am still thinking of you.
Logout, Sunday, 9:35 pm
Too bad I missed you
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BobNoxious and the SeXFienDS
Bob Kelly, rkelly@carina.unm.edu
"Bend Over, Master? Yesterday you told me to..."
"Ahh, Grasshopper, That was ZEN, this is Tao."
- James Miera
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