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For Sela

I met Sela at a friends place; as we live far away from each other we started chatting over the Internet, stayed in touch like that...developed a virtual relationship of teasing with lots of indirect talks and with the time also more direct ones...well, in July 2006 she wrote a story called 'To Michael'...

We didn't have any chat for quite a while now, but here's my response...

To any other reader out there: English is not my mother tongue, but anyway I don't think mistakes should matter....

So, here's something I wrote at night, sitting at my window with only the bright lights of the city in front of me..just hope nobody could see inside my flat from the street...

We're standing in a half dark room, next to us is the noise of the party we just escaped. We are still a bit out of breath from the wild kiss we exchanged on the couch over there, not paying attention at the people dancing and laughing around us. You're holding my hand, you pulled me into this room, it seems to be someone's sleeping room, there is a bed, posters on the wall, some books, but I'm not really paying attention. You move close to me and we kiss, our tongues dancing like butterflies. But the cheapest metaphors can't hide that we're horny- damn horny. I can feel 'something' growing between my legs, my dick is hard and desperately pushing against my underwear to get out. I move one hand under your shirt on your back and run my fingers down your spine. You shiver gently. I move my hand towards your breasts and start caressing them, my teeth bite your ears. While you kiss my eyelids I can feel your nipples getting hard, my head is spinning, I pinch them a bit. Your hands reach down, you open my belt and start caressing my dick through my underwear. I moan, you hear my moaning loudly in your ear.

In the room next to us there is loud rock music playing now, but we don't mind, we don't even think about the fact that there could be somebody coming every minute, maybe the owner of the room with his own lover...but you are pushing me on the bed, have already pulled down my pants and put your hands on my rock hard penis. You slowly caress its tip with your fingertips, then you pull back the foreskin. You begin to move the foreskin back and forth with your hands, while my face is convulsed is sweet pain, my head moving from left to right and my hand caressing your shoulders. I wanna take you and throw you on the bed, fuck you wild and hard right here on the bed of this unknown person, but my fast breath shows I have no control, your hands make me powerless. While one of your hands is jacking me off, faster and faster, your other hand caresses my legs, my balls, my nipples, which became so sensitive...and finally, I can see a breathless expression of pure lust on your face, my body tenses and I shoot my load, desperately moaning your name and shooting rope after rope (people who have the mind on counting them in that moment definitely have the wrong priority...), my heart is bumping wildly and some of my cum is landing on the bed....how will we get rid of that....

And then I move down to you and think of repaying you the favor...you have to be so amazingly wet...I wanna satisfy you with my tongue, lips and fingers, to taste you...but I hear somebody knocking at the door...and...let's be fair...wasn't me giving to you already part of your fantasy? ;-)

...Michael...


Posted on: 2006-11-20 00:00:00 | Author: