Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 06:55:28 -0400 From: dreamcatcher <saint@lunamorena.net> Subject: Sexy Questions Sexy Questions By Tratichema mailto:saint@lunamorena.net Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. The characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. This work is copyright (C) 2002 Tratichema. Feedback via email is welcome and greatly appreciated. Positive feedback or spelling / punctuation corrections are highly welcome. Please place all seat backs and tray tables in an upright and locked positions. Please keep limbs inside the story at all times. Enjoy the ride. Thank you, Tratichema ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexy Questions What if I was coming home from work on the subway, and I saw you across the car looking at me? What if I looked back? And if you licked your lips and smiled at me? Or if I smiled back, coloring slightly as I took in your sharp blue eyes, dark hair, and strong features? What if we stopped at a station, and as the people got on and got off, you walked over and sat next to me? What if you introduced yourself to me, and asked me my name? What if I gave you some false name, like Michael or Jamie? What if I didn't? And maybe if my hand lingered in yours, what then? Would you smile again, dazzling me with the whiteness of your teeth, the curve of your lips, the texture of the skin above your lip? What if you kissed me right there, while everybody was watching? Would you care if I turned red? Would you mind if I grew warmer and returned the kiss? Would you grin while you kissed me, and place your hand on my knee, my thigh, between my legs just so? Would people stare, look away, move away, or even move closer as we made out in such a public place? What if the car came to another station, and you pulled me towards you, asking me if I wanted to come back to your place? Would I say yes and smile? Would we walk to the street level and would you get closer to me? Would you whisper close to my ear all the things you'd want to do to me when we got back to your place? Would they turn me on, and make the blood rush through my veins, hot and cold, cold and searing hot again? Would you place a hand on my ass as we walked? Would you move it up, and then down into my jeans? Would my breath catch in my throat, and would you squeeze just a little tightly, and run your finger along the darkest places of my body? Would I thank some god as we turned to your building and climbed the stairs to your apartment? Would you play with me the whole way up, teasing me and making me feel sexy and hot and more than a little excited? And as we managed to get into your apartment -still fully clothed, would I press you up against the door and hold your hands above your head as I covered your neck and mouth with kisses. Would I work free hand down between our bodies, and would I undo your belt, your pants, and slide my hand home into your jockey's? Would you groan against me, and grind against me, and tell me what to do? What if I didn't listen? What if I did, and knelt down in front of you, breathing -just breathing- on your hard cock? Would you whimper as I pulled down that last line of defense against the probing eye, your underwear -with my teeth? What if you told me to suck it? What if you begged me to suck it? What if you finally pleaded with me to suck on your hot rod. What if I did, but did it excruciatingly slowly, savoring every moment and teasing you more? What if I caressed your balls, tickling them, then rubbing them gently? What if your breathing got heavy, and you started thrusting against me? What if I took you all the way into my mouth, my throat, and you threw your head back and groaned loudly from some primal core deep inside you? What if I stopped? What would you do then? Would you grab me by my hair since I let go of your hands, and pull my head back? Would you push me down onto the floor, and lay on top of me? Or would you roll us over, still holding and pulling my hair, and grind up against me with your cock, and probe my mouth with your tongue? Would you pull of your shirt then, and your shoes? Would you strip my clothes off of me forcefully, rushing in the heat of these moments so that we could touch skin to skin, hand to hand, thigh to thigh? What if we lay there for endless moments, touching, kissing, kneading skin, pinching and teasing sensitive places? What if you dug your fingers into my spine and I arched my back crying out to god again, then relaxing and wrapping my arms around you as you let go? What would we do then? Would you tell me that there was a shoe under your back, and that we needed to move into the bedroom? Would I laugh and follow you, touching you all the way. Would you lay me down on the bed gently, and would we change our tactics with the change in scenery? Or would we not? Would you lay next to me and touch me here, and here, and run your finger slowly there, around my lips, and then touch me there? Would you kiss me on the cheek, the eyes, the forehead, the nose and then sweetly on the lips? Would you run your hands along my body as I reached for yours, returning the kisses, the caresses? Would we close our eyes as we kissed again and again, flirting with passion? Would you kiss a trail down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and then around my dick? Would you lick at the head with the tip of your tongue? Would you run the tip of your tongue around the ridge there, and make me gasp, twitch, and clutch at the sheets? Finally, once I was hot and hard, would you take me into your mouth? Would I say your name? Would you bury your nose and face in my heat, my sex? Would I push up against you, arching up from the bed, turning my head, groaning from the pleasure? Would you come back up, and then down? Would you repeat the motion, again, and again, and then again, building me up closer and closer to climax? Would you run your hand up between my legs, my thighs, and then probe my ass with your fingers, teasing me and making me squirm? Would you take your mouth off my cock and lick my sack? Would you suck one half of it into your mouth? Then the other? And then would you take it all into your mouth, licking and gently sucking? What if I shuddered? What would you do then? Would you come back up for air then? Would you come close to my ear and breathe into it? Would you nibble on the lobe and pull on the earring there? Would your hot breath warm me as I lay there, breathing heavy and feeling turned on by your caresses? Would you whisper into my ear that you wanted to fuck me? Would you tell me you wanted to fuck me hard? Would you make me squirm as you leaned in closer, your lips touching my ear, and tell me you wanted to fuck me until I came? What if I said yes to you? What would you do then? Would you smile, still so close to my ear that I could feel the muscles in your face moving? Would you tell me that's not good enough? Would you tell me to ask for it, to beg for it? And what if I did then? What if I said please fuck me, please fuck me hard, please fuck me until I cum? What if I pleaded with you, and told you I wanted to feel your throbbing member deep inside me? Would you fuck me then? Would you? Or would you silently walk away, out of the room, and leave me alone on that bed of yours? What if I were surprised by this? What if I waited there, becoming more and more turned on as I lay there, naked and alone? Would you come back to me then? Would you have a condom, and some lube in your hands? Would you smile down at me, and put them in my hands, and tell me to put your rubber on you? What if I did, using extra lube, and pushing, then pulling, then pushing it on nice and slow? Would you smile down at me, and tell me to lay back, or would you have me sit on top of you, and ease me down onto your throbbing shaft? Would you sigh and relax for a moment, just enjoying the sensation? What if I leaned down and kissed you then? And what if I pinched your nipples then? What if I raked my fingernails down your chest, and then slid my fingers down over the red lines that came up? Would you grab me by the back of my neck then and pull me towards you, shoving your tongue into my mouth and thrusting into me? What if I cried out then? Would you stop, or would you realize I was crying out in pleasure from the pain? Would you kiss me again, and hold me close as your cock moved in and out of me? Would you wrap your arms around me, pushing yourself into me, and then pulling almost completely out, and then pushing into me again, hard? Would you grunt under your breath, and call me dirty names? Would you say things to me that you'd never say to your father? Would you call me your fuck toy, and say my ass was sweet and tight? Would you tell me you were going to make me your bitch, and ride me all night? Would you promise to tie me up, and torture me with all sorts of sex toys? Would you ask me if I'd like that? What if I said yes? What would you do about it? Would you get turned on even more, as I groaned into your ear with each new thrust? Would you tremble as you got closer, or would it be because I was biting your neck, your shoulder, your ear? Would you tell me you were close, and would you ask me if I was close then too? Would I nod and barely gasp out a yes? Would you fuck me harder then, and groan louder? Would you speak to god, call me baby? Would you tense up hard as we came then at the same moment, I crying out loud, you letting out a deep and rumbling groan as we collapsed together on your bed, sweating and panting? Would you touch me gently then, and kiss me tenderly? And would you slowly pull out of me as I whimpered just slightly at losing that full and filled sensation? Would we caress each other then, and clean each other off, wiping away sweat, drying the sticky juices mingling on our glowing bodies? And finally, would we fall asleep in each others arms, naked and warm, touching and kissing into the night? What if that happened? Would you like that? What if?