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me, and you are loving every
minute. You see my nipples grow even harder and the nowpermanent
flush on my cheeks and my pupils dilated with
erotic arousal.
    At last, the final door. You open it and immediately I recognise
your cabin. You turn and lock the door. I stand there, partly
excited, partly terrified . . . well, mainly excited, but not really
sure what you're going to do. I am almost at screaming
pitch.
    Gently, you push me over to the bed. You sit me down and
kneel in front of me so our faces are at the same height. Taking
my head in both your hands, you kiss me; at first it is gentle,
slow, but very quickly it becomes something more urgent,
deeper, more penetrating. I hold you so tight, it's so good to
feel you this close, the softness of your lips, and hardness and
softness of your tongue, your teeth; I have no feelings other
than when our bodies are touching.
    You break away and gently undo my cardigan again, slowly
pushing it off my shoulders, then undo my bra, pulling it off
and throwing it into a dark corner. You bury your head between
my breasts, and I hold you there as you smell my skin. Taking
both of my breasts in your hands, you squeeze them together
until you can put both nipples in your mouth at once. It feels
so good, and I cling onto you, my hands in your hair as I feel
your teeth, gently but firmly, biting the soft dark flesh.
    You don't want to stop this; it feels so good and you can feel
how much it is exciting me, but eventually you stop and push
me back onto the bed, my legs still hanging over the edge. You
stop for a while and look at me, and I wonder what you are
thinking, but I love the fact you're watching me, half naked on
your bed. It seems as if you are deciding whether or not to take
off my skirt. Eventually you decide yes, it will only get in the
way. Unzipping it, you slide it off and throw it after the other
clothes. Now you kneel back and, with your hands on my knees,
you move my legs apart. Even you are surprised by how open
and red and moist she is, the juices almost beginning to run
down my legs. You place each of them on your shoulders and
very slowly start to kiss and stroke my inner thighs.
    I am moving, begging you silently to come closer, closer
where it is hot and wet, but you don't want to rush this pleasure
and slowly, very slowly, in total torture you move inwards.
Finally you bring your hands to her lips and open them, at the
same time bending your head, and, with a strong tongue, begin
to lick her. It is somewhere between a scream and a moan, but
the feeling is so intense, so powerful and so sublimely beautiful
that I just don't know what to do! I raise my pelvis up to meet
your tongue and, within a few minutes, I can feel muscles
beginning to shake and contract. So can you, and to increase
my pleasure you insert one, two, three fingers inside, gently
exploring, seeing how my moans increase with your movements.
By now I have no idea where your tongue ends and
where I begin, where your fingers meet your tongue with a bit
of me in between them, a bit that is just a raging red fire of
pleasure. I am terrified by these feelings; it has gone beyond
just a mere physical sensation into something I could lose
myself in, and I reach down and touch you. 'Don't stop,' I say,
'please, please, please do not stop.'
    And you don't.
    Until, some minutes later, the aftershocks still coursing
through my body, you raise yourself up beside me so that I can
cling to you. You stroke my hair and kiss my forehead as I,
incapable of coherent speech, mumble something you can't
quite understand. And you hold me tightly, so so tightly until
my breathing has calmed down, and I look up at you, deep into
your eyes, smelling my smell on your face, and I kiss you very
gently on the lips and say, 'Thank you.'
    To be continued . . .
    C, age 39
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Bachelor's degree
Freelance writer/Photographer/stay-at-home mom
Maryland, USA
    I rely on the same fantasy, much