The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Dear Patrick,
This is the second time I've tried to get some ideas down on paper; I hope I'll be more successful this time!
I'm not sure if what I fantasise about will appeal to you, since like most girls I'm more turned on by sensual stuff-- think of what I'm like in the heat, or when I see your skin! But I'll give it a go, and at least you might get further insight into my personality - if you want it.
We're in a city somewhere - perhaps Paris, or an old area of New York, London would do, but it's rather close to home, so boring. It is late, dark and raining heavily outside, but in my apartment it is warm and the lights glow in a subdued way. We are in the bedroom, and I have been attached to the bedposts for some while. You have stayed oddly silent during the process you have embarked on - that of bringing every part of my body shimmeringly to life, but without allowing me the much-needed release of an orgasm.
You began ages ago, by ferreting around in my drawers to find a number of long silk scarves, and trailing them over my nude body like whispers. Firmly, but not unkindly, you took my hands and tied them to the bedhead, so that I had to remain passive in the scenes which were to follow. You wanted absolute control, of my responses, of the pace and of course, the permitted activities. You began conventionally enough, by kissing my wrists, and underarms and especially my neck, which you know is so sensitive; but as soon as I appeared to be wanning to your caresses, you moved away - to my belly, my knees, my ankles. Then you took another scarf, tied it around my eyes - and I heard you pad softly out of the room.
You were away for a long time, it seems. I was afraid that vou meant to spring some unpleasant surprise on me, shock me or humiliate me, but not so; you had gone to the kitchen. I heard you return to the bed, but then gasped as I felt a handful of icecubes being smoothed across my breasts, twirled around my nipples to make them stand stiffly for you. As they became number. I begged you to warm them with your tongue, but silently, you refused. The water trickled away.
I felt you part my labia. as if you were looking up my cunt intently; I could feel your breath on me, and hoped that you would begin the licking and sucking that I love so much - but no. Instead, I felt you push an icecube into my cunt and hold the lips closed until the water began to trail out of me. You lapped twice, three times and then left me alone. I became aware that warm fluids were being poured over me - some as thick as chocolate sauce, some thin as oil, until finally something with bubbles was poured into my navel. At that point, you feasted on me - sucking and licking every part that you had decorated, culminating in your drinking from navel. Your nose and mouth drifted down until they found my desperate clitoris; you kissed it lightly, then licked it. then with delicacy took it between your teeth and tugged. You opened your mouth wide onto mine and lapped again and again, entering my cunt with your tongue. I wanted this so badly! I was almost weeping with my need, but just as I was sure that I was about to come, you drew away. You had another idea; taking my knees in your hands, you pushed them wide apart so that my cunt was entirely agape and wet, wet, wet; and in slid your cock, your marvellous, rigid, tender cock, up to the hilt and beyond. I could feel your balls squashing against my arse and the juice gushed out of me because I wanted to meet you so much. Still you hadn't said a word, but I could feel the tension in you building - your breathing was harder and you were pumping into me deeply - but again, you stopped yourself, and pulled out without spilling a drop. You grasped my hips and pushed me onto my side, raising one leg to expose the shadowy pucker of my arse; "Now" you said, and placed your cock in the damp crease between my cheeks. You hooked your arms beneath mine and took hold of my shoulders, pulling me down onto your cock. I breathed out as much as possible, so that I could relax to take you in; you-pulled me down harder still and suddenly you were in me. deep in me. and it hurt for a while. It was tight in there though, so you needed less thrusting.and as you rocked yourself in me. you reached around to my engorged clitoris and began to caress it in time with your movements. I felt my spasm coming, rolling in great waves, so that I was almost afraid, but you held me closer and began to come yourself, pouring every liquid drop of your being into the heart of me.and I could not hold back. As you cried out your pleasure, so did I, and felt the sweat pour from us both.
It is 4am. We have slept deeply, but now I am awake and aroused - every bit as much as I was earlier. I get up and put on some shoes and a light dress; you are curious, and so follow me in your shorts.
It is still raining outside, but I feel full of energy and well-being. a sense of recklessness and abandonment - no-one knows the way you fucked me tonight, but I wish I could tell everybody. I am walking briskly along the pavements, smelling the rain on concrete, the earth and my warm skin. You are following with puzzlement. I ve got you by the hand now; no-one is around to see what we do next. I take you to a shop window, one which sells tv and camera equipment. They have a video camera trained on the passers-by to demonstrate the efficacy of the product. I stand us in front of it
"Make me come," I ask. and lift my soaking dress to a level with my breasts - they show clearly through the wet material. I stand with my legs apart and you v+ between them, thumbs parting my lips so that you can reach the pulp within. I cup your head upwards as I come, to control the intensity of your licking, and I shout my jov to anyone who'll listen. Afterwards, we laugh to think of the poor security guard who has been watching us in his private room somewhere, wanking in front of the cctv monitor We skip off towards some lights - it's not people, but evidence of where people might have been. I remember that there is an entrance to an abandoned underground station nearby, and I want to fuck again, here, now with no questions or objections. I dodge under the tape which has been placed across the entrance, pulling you after me -not by the hand, but by the cock now. I find a dimly-lit corner and run my thumb over your knob, which is wet with anticipation for me. You try to stick it in . but this position won't work. I peel my dress away, to reveal my fat, rosy nipples, and their warmth and perfume hold you captive. You plug yourself onto them, bringing my flesh up to your nose as you try to guzzle them both at once. It's no good, I don't want foreplay, I want lucking, so I wedge myself with my feet against the opposite wall to bring my cunt up to a level where you can get to it. First you grind your fingers into my jelly, then stuff your cock into me so hard I think something is going to give way. No control games now. you are as abandoned as I have ever seen you. and you are grinding up into me as if your life depended on it
Taking a deep breath. I squeeze my cunt muscles round you and carefully slip a finger
inside your arse, finding your walnut -sized gland and massaging it.
That's it. Stars, stripes, explosions - you start coming in a stream like a garden hose.
squirting so much sperm into me that I'm overflowing, and you still haven't stopped. It is
almost painful, you tell me - there is a numbness which began at the base of your spine.
This is... not like anything I've ever known, you say to me.
Dead right. I reply.
And wait until vou see the tape I made of it all. I think to mvself.
This is the second time I've tried to get some ideas down on paper; I hope I'll be more successful this time!
I'm not sure if what I fantasise about will appeal to you, since like most girls I'm more turned on by sensual stuff-- think of what I'm like in the heat, or when I see your skin! But I'll give it a go, and at least you might get further insight into my personality - if you want it.
We're in a city somewhere - perhaps Paris, or an old area of New York, London would do, but it's rather close to home, so boring. It is late, dark and raining heavily outside, but in my apartment it is warm and the lights glow in a subdued way. We are in the bedroom, and I have been attached to the bedposts for some while. You have stayed oddly silent during the process you have embarked on - that of bringing every part of my body shimmeringly to life, but without allowing me the much-needed release of an orgasm.
You began ages ago, by ferreting around in my drawers to find a number of long silk scarves, and trailing them over my nude body like whispers. Firmly, but not unkindly, you took my hands and tied them to the bedhead, so that I had to remain passive in the scenes which were to follow. You wanted absolute control, of my responses, of the pace and of course, the permitted activities. You began conventionally enough, by kissing my wrists, and underarms and especially my neck, which you know is so sensitive; but as soon as I appeared to be wanning to your caresses, you moved away - to my belly, my knees, my ankles. Then you took another scarf, tied it around my eyes - and I heard you pad softly out of the room.
You were away for a long time, it seems. I was afraid that vou meant to spring some unpleasant surprise on me, shock me or humiliate me, but not so; you had gone to the kitchen. I heard you return to the bed, but then gasped as I felt a handful of icecubes being smoothed across my breasts, twirled around my nipples to make them stand stiffly for you. As they became number. I begged you to warm them with your tongue, but silently, you refused. The water trickled away.
I felt you part my labia. as if you were looking up my cunt intently; I could feel your breath on me, and hoped that you would begin the licking and sucking that I love so much - but no. Instead, I felt you push an icecube into my cunt and hold the lips closed until the water began to trail out of me. You lapped twice, three times and then left me alone. I became aware that warm fluids were being poured over me - some as thick as chocolate sauce, some thin as oil, until finally something with bubbles was poured into my navel. At that point, you feasted on me - sucking and licking every part that you had decorated, culminating in your drinking from navel. Your nose and mouth drifted down until they found my desperate clitoris; you kissed it lightly, then licked it. then with delicacy took it between your teeth and tugged. You opened your mouth wide onto mine and lapped again and again, entering my cunt with your tongue. I wanted this so badly! I was almost weeping with my need, but just as I was sure that I was about to come, you drew away. You had another idea; taking my knees in your hands, you pushed them wide apart so that my cunt was entirely agape and wet, wet, wet; and in slid your cock, your marvellous, rigid, tender cock, up to the hilt and beyond. I could feel your balls squashing against my arse and the juice gushed out of me because I wanted to meet you so much. Still you hadn't said a word, but I could feel the tension in you building - your breathing was harder and you were pumping into me deeply - but again, you stopped yourself, and pulled out without spilling a drop. You grasped my hips and pushed me onto my side, raising one leg to expose the shadowy pucker of my arse; "Now" you said, and placed your cock in the damp crease between my cheeks. You hooked your arms beneath mine and took hold of my shoulders, pulling me down onto your cock. I breathed out as much as possible, so that I could relax to take you in; you-pulled me down harder still and suddenly you were in me. deep in me. and it hurt for a while. It was tight in there though, so you needed less thrusting.and as you rocked yourself in me. you reached around to my engorged clitoris and began to caress it in time with your movements. I felt my spasm coming, rolling in great waves, so that I was almost afraid, but you held me closer and began to come yourself, pouring every liquid drop of your being into the heart of me.and I could not hold back. As you cried out your pleasure, so did I, and felt the sweat pour from us both.
It is 4am. We have slept deeply, but now I am awake and aroused - every bit as much as I was earlier. I get up and put on some shoes and a light dress; you are curious, and so follow me in your shorts.
It is still raining outside, but I feel full of energy and well-being. a sense of recklessness and abandonment - no-one knows the way you fucked me tonight, but I wish I could tell everybody. I am walking briskly along the pavements, smelling the rain on concrete, the earth and my warm skin. You are following with puzzlement. I ve got you by the hand now; no-one is around to see what we do next. I take you to a shop window, one which sells tv and camera equipment. They have a video camera trained on the passers-by to demonstrate the efficacy of the product. I stand us in front of it
"Make me come," I ask. and lift my soaking dress to a level with my breasts - they show clearly through the wet material. I stand with my legs apart and you v+ between them, thumbs parting my lips so that you can reach the pulp within. I cup your head upwards as I come, to control the intensity of your licking, and I shout my jov to anyone who'll listen. Afterwards, we laugh to think of the poor security guard who has been watching us in his private room somewhere, wanking in front of the cctv monitor We skip off towards some lights - it's not people, but evidence of where people might have been. I remember that there is an entrance to an abandoned underground station nearby, and I want to fuck again, here, now with no questions or objections. I dodge under the tape which has been placed across the entrance, pulling you after me -not by the hand, but by the cock now. I find a dimly-lit corner and run my thumb over your knob, which is wet with anticipation for me. You try to stick it in . but this position won't work. I peel my dress away, to reveal my fat, rosy nipples, and their warmth and perfume hold you captive. You plug yourself onto them, bringing my flesh up to your nose as you try to guzzle them both at once. It's no good, I don't want foreplay, I want lucking, so I wedge myself with my feet against the opposite wall to bring my cunt up to a level where you can get to it. First you grind your fingers into my jelly, then stuff your cock into me so hard I think something is going to give way. No control games now. you are as abandoned as I have ever seen you. and you are grinding up into me as if your life depended on it
Taking a deep breath. I squeeze my cunt muscles round you and carefully slip a finger
inside your arse, finding your walnut -sized gland and massaging it.
That's it. Stars, stripes, explosions - you start coming in a stream like a garden hose.
squirting so much sperm into me that I'm overflowing, and you still haven't stopped. It is
almost painful, you tell me - there is a numbness which began at the base of your spine.
This is... not like anything I've ever known, you say to me.
Dead right. I reply.
And wait until vou see the tape I made of it all. I think to mvself.
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