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After several minutes, she stirred. I slowly pulled my fingers from
her body and then just hugged her ass and her hips, softly raining kisses on
her buttocks, murmuring sounds of love.
“You’re not finished are you?” she asked in a tone of […]

holding her wrists above her head. I whispered in her ear, “I want you to
get on your knees, facing away from me. I’m going to fuck you from the
back.”
She gasped, “My ass?”
“That’ll be later, little girl,” […]

She rushed on after her rhetorical question, “If we do this - and
God, I want to - there’s no turning back. There’s no pretending it never
happened. Our relationship will never be the same. Billy, this is a HUGE
step. Are you sure?”
[…]

passion of us. No prolonged, romantic build up. No inch-by-inch
seduction. We’d fallen over the edge, both of us, and were in some run
away free-fall of lust, both mindful of what was happening and each fueling
the consuming fires of our passion. I think we were mostly beyond words
[…]

Archive-name: Bondage/a-scene.txt
Archive-author: theClone
Archive-title: Scene, A
Copyright 1991 by theClone.
released into the public domain.
the Clone fantasizes about a scene…
I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that
there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the
image. I’m not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three
dozen rising […]

Laughing, she replied, “Kids think their parents are dumb as well as
blind. Yes, I could tell. It’s tough isn’t it, trying to be subtle and look at
my tits at the same time!”
All pretense had vanished. Any thought I […]

familiar shuffle that passes for soul-felt dancing. Instantly I was acutely
aware of her. Aware of the smell of her hair and the press of her breasts
and the hardness of her pubic bone against me. And, as instantly, I became
hard. I didn’t wonder if she could tell. […]

at first by accident but when I realized what I was feeling, I pressed a bit
more with my finger rips, feeling the firm muscles of her butt moving under
my hand. The melodic strains of a familiar number floated around us.
“Thank you, Billy,” she whispered in my […]

unobstructed view of her bra-clad tits. Any forlorn thoughts I had about
being suave were lost at the moment. Cartoonists have done well using my
expression, eyes bugging and tongue lolling out. Tres cool, that was me.
“Nice!” I gasped. I was also quite articulate.
[…]

I remember the day exquisitely well. The days - no the months and
years before it - are wrapped in some soft-focus, cotton-candy memory,
but that day snaps into sharp focus with a clarity that is the result of
moments of great impact long remembered. For all […]