Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 00:16:18 EST
From: Archdyke@aol.com
Subject: Arch

She was tired of no one ever touching her. She was lonely and felt a
desperation taking hold of her life. Night after night, she slept alongside
the person she had thought at one time to be the utmost in lovers. But a
couple of years down the line and the once sizzling love affair was as dead
as yesterdays ashes.

She longed to feel the hot fired edges of lust burn deep into her. She craved
the gentle sensitive fingers from someone who might want to probe the depths
of her longing. An emptiness echoed from far inside of her and she heard the
muted pangs of crying emanate from her loneliness.

As she lay in her bed, she found her own fingers tracing the burgeoning
outline of her thick nipples. She ran in small circles near the crest, then
down one side and ever so lightly up the other. Something stirred within her.
She cupped each breast into her hands and squeezed, bringing them up high on
her chest.

She marveled at the perfect symmetry of each orb. Luscious and full. The
smoothness of her flesh, soft and rounded.

Laying back into her pillow with her knees brought up just slightly, her
nightgown hiked itself up just baring the patch of curly bush. She felt as a
sudden breeze made its way into the room fanning her exposed labia. Again her
fingers tugged on the hardened nipples, then circled them and pinched them.
She gasped. It was small, but suddenly there was a tiny spurt of wet from her
pussy. A smile appeared on her face. It might have been the first real smile
in a long time.

She brought her knees up higher. Her creamy skin glistened with the beads of
perspiration building. Her body seemed on fire. She found herself biting her
lips and her fingers traced down her belly and over her hips. Small circles
that touched and came away gently, only to return with a firmer caress. Her
undulating hips moved in a frenzied tempo.

Her entire body cried out. A thunderous roar bellowed from deep within her.
She curled her fingers in her bush, dipping quickly into her cunt and then
out just as quickly. The sudden movement arched her back and a cry escaped
her pouting lips. She felt heady and open for explorations. She grabbed her
labia and tugged and then again quickly darted inside and then out, returning
to her lips. Slowly parting her lips, she found her clit tender and dancing
under its hood.

She caressed the tip of it, slowly going back and forth. She gushed again,
this time it created a puddle underneath her. She loved the feel of the
liquid so hot, so wonderful that flowed from her. She moved her ass in the
sticky puddle.

Now she pressed harder against the shaft of her clit and moved it up and down
and back and forth increasing the momentum with each stroke. Her body writhed
on the bed, all the while her fingers toyed with her ardor.

Her breathing became labored. Each breath brought her closer, deeper into her
heaven, where she explored the explosive vibrations that rocked from her. Her
head jerked from side to side, her body almost lifting from the bed. Her feet
tangled in the wet and wrinkled sheets. Volcanic eruptions shook her and she
erupted into spasms of rhapsodic pleasure.

She kept her fingers sunk deep into the dark heat of herself, while she
caught her breath. It was minutes before she resumed a quite breath. Her
mouth still parched from the wild euphoric fantasy. She cried out loud, just
to let the world know how great the experience had been. Almost like
something had been released in her. A weight had been lifted, among other
things...

Copyright 2002 by carol marie