Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 12:28:13 -0700
From: enchanted princess <sprinkledwithlove@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spoiled

(I know this starts out with masterbation but it's headed into authorian
and bondage. Would you stick in either of those files for me. Thanks)


It's been a while since I've written anything, but here's the start of my
newest story. This is oly chapter one, just a taste, enough to make you
hungry for more.



I' rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in
America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's
just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..

            I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep
around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very,
very rich.

I've know since high school that boys don't interest me. I like them as
friends. I even find some of them handsome. Just like boys teen girls
devour magazines of naked men oohing and aaahing over their muscles and
what's between their legs. I'd look at the pictures and see nothing I
wanted to touch or have touch me. Honestly the sight of a naked man with
his hard penis pointed at me makes me want to run away or laugh. I guess
that decides it, I'm not into guys.

I did find by accident that the sight of a woman's body melts my
insides. Deep desires that smolder inside me flame into a burning need. I
found a playboy magazine in the office of my English teacher. I was
supposed to meet with him about an assignment due in class. He was late.
Bored, I began browsing through the books in his bookcase. I noticed a
magazine peaking out from behind several books. I pulled it free and
couldn't believe my eyes. Before I knew it, I was turning the pages. I
wasn't reading it for the articles I was memorizing the shapes and
curves of each beautiful woman. My teacher never showed up but I took his
magazine with me when I left.

That night in my room I drank in the beauty of each pictured woman. A
need to touch each beautiful breast, to taste each swollen nipple sent
spasms clenching through my stomach. The hunger was so strong I pressed
my lips to pictures and imagined the warm hard nipple pressed back
against my lips.

My mouth watered at the sumptuousness of  pink silken lips glistening
with dew. Drops of dew an invitation to explore the treasure buried
inside the glistening entrance. Pink nubs swollen wet and glistening
thrust proud and aching past parted lips.

My mouth wasn't the only thing watering. Like a tidal wave moisture
gushed through my pussy. I could feel it soaking my panties. I explored
my tender nipples. Each was hard and straining against the silk of my
nightgown. I pinched one between my thumb and finger. Then squeezed it
hard as I pulled and twisted it back and forth. Lightning bolts of
pleasure shot through me. A raging need exploded between my legs. I
wanted so desperately to suckle and be suckled. I squeezed my nipple
harder then gasped as I let it go and found the other. I mirrored my
actions with my other nipple but I wanted, needed more. Bunching my
nightgown I slid my hand up and cupped my exposed breast. The weight and
warmth sent tingles through me. My nipple puckered harder. I teased the
tip with my finger then held it captive while I scraped my fingernail
across it. I gasped and panted as raw sensation engulfed my engorged
nipple. Breathlessly I cupped my other breast with my other hand. My
fingers circled the nipple and instantly I set a rhythm.

Both nipples throbbed in harmony as squeezed and pinched them. They'd
sting and swell when I released them. Then I'd scrape my fingernail over
them. I arched my back thrusting my breasts forward into the burning
torment. I'd discovered something so beautiful and wonderful.

The glistening beauty centered between the spread legs of the women
pictured in the magazines^Å.it's difficult to find words. Sensual
splendor. Hues of radiant pink, glistening and parted in offering and
invitation. I craved the feel and taste of each woman on my tongue. I
imagined closing my mouth over each swollen clit and stroking it with my
tongue. I was so hungry I ached.

I pressed my hand against the crotch of my panties and cupped my pounding
pussy. I felt the need pounding through me. It mixed with the beat of my
pulse sending waves of need, desire, desperation through my body.

I slid the tips of my fingers over the warm fabric of my panties. I was
shocked at how wet they were. My pussy tingled, swelling at my touch. I
teased across my lips up to my clit. My hips bucked shoving my clit
against my fingers each time I slid them over it.

I focused my thoughts and my gaze on the beautiful lady with silky brown
hair. I slid my panties down to my ankles and parted my legs. I reclined
against the pillows so I could reach between my legs but drink in the
sensuousness of the woman in the magazine.

My hand slid once more to my pussy. It felt hot and steamy. Wetness
engulfed my finger as I slid it across the entrance into my canal. I
fought the overwhelming need to plunge it deep inside I wanted to tease
and torment. I was imagining that it was the woman's pussy I was
pleasuring. I imagined her pussy filling my mouth, her sexy smile my gift
for pleasing her well.

I stroked the lips of my pussy and slid my eyes over her lips, a caress
mirrored. My finger became my tongue as I licked and tasted her swollen
lips. I brought my wet finger to my lips and tasted. Tangy sweet flavor
exploded into my mouth. I sucked my finger inside and licked it clean.

Both hands cupped each side of my pussy. I spread it wide. Cool air
caressed me. I throbbed painfully. Giving no warning, I plunged the
middle finger of each hand deep into my depths. My virgin pussy stretched
around my fingers squeezing them tight. The milking throbbing waves
pulsing through me centered into my hard clit. I tested it with my thumb.
So hard, so wet and sensitive, one brush of my thumb and I was fighting
not to cum. I waited letting the intensity of having my pussy filled by
my fingers ease.

Slowly I began stroking my thumb across my sensitive clit. One stroke
then I'd wait for the clenching to ease, then I'd stroke it again. My
fingers pressed deeper into my spasming pussy. Cream leaked past them
giving lubrication for my thumb.

One stroke, two then wait for the clenching to east. One stroke then
another, my clit jerked and throbbed against my touch. Another caress,
another stroke, my clit swells begging for more. I want to pull my finger
from my pussy and rub my clit hard and fast with sure strokes that will
send me crashing into release. But I deny myself. My fingers remain
clenched inside my pussy and my thumb attends my clit.

Gallons and gallons of cum are bubbling towards the surface. My clit is
swelling into a pinnacle of light. Each stroke of my thumb ignites the
intensity. Deep inside my pussy it builds, spreading, engulfing,
consuming. My pussy constricts encasing my fingers in warm creamy heaven.
Cum gushing, spilling from my pussy. I cry out. My clit bursts into
shards of light each one a point of ecstasy. I rub my thumb back and
forth milking each drop, releasing each shard, drawing utter release.

I lay panting, exhausted. I'm startled that I'd found such intensity,
such pleasure. Startled that it came with the thought of another woman. I
still felt captivated  by the beauty I'd seen in the pages of my English
teachers magazine. I turn the reality that I was attracted to woman
around and around in my head.

My aching body didn't help it the debate. Nor the fact that during the
night I devoured each page each photograph, and that I flooded my pussy
in orgasm for each beautiful woman.



Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in
private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein