Archive-name: SpecMome/stars01.txt

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Archive-title: Love's Sweet Awakening...





   You lie there so sweetly, breathing so softly that I must watch your

chest to be sure that it rises and falls.  You are deeply in a dream

state for your eyes occasionally dart from side to side beneath your

lids.  I lie watching you and wonder at what dream makes you smile

slightly.  I gently draw the covers from you to look at you.  I never

tire of gazing at you.  I love every line of your body, well-traveled

and known to me almost as well as my body is known to you.

 

   I lean closer and breathe gently on your stomach, smiling to myself

as your stomach muscles tense.  I lean back to look at you...head to

foot.  We are alike you and I.  No confining nightclothes for us.  Tho I

love the frilly things you buy for me, we both know they are the

wrapping that comes off quickly before we joyously partake of each

other.  Your skin gives off a faint radiant kind of heat.  You never

seem to be cold, or rather, rarely.  We are a perfect compliment to each

other.  I love to curl up to you, forming my body to yours, arm around

your waist and depending on my mood--toying with your shaft or simply

stroking your chest and stomach.  God, how I love to touch you! *sigh*

 

   You move slightly in your sleep, reaching out to me with your mind, I

sense.  You feel my proximity and relax deeper into REM sleep and I have

a sudden impulse.  You have never been this deeply asleep when I am

awake and I am sorely tempted to try something that has never worked

before.  The curiosity is natural I suppose.  Would I be able to arouse

you while you were sound asleep?  I smile impishly at the thought to

your awakening to see my swallowing your magnificent shaft and the

reaction you might have to the sight.  Then I snuggle down beside you,

as the thought takes hold of me in my most female parts and squeezes me

to a decision.

 

   I look again at your angelic face.  Others may not see what I do, but

I know you better than any other, and I know how wonderful you are.  You

are breathing deeply and regularly.  Nothing has disturbed your slumber,

and you have satisfied your id that I am near to hand.  You are content

and deeply asleep--and about to have the dream (cum-true) of your life!

 

   I gently nudge you flat onto your back, careful not to rouse you and

then gently tug one leg a bit away so that I can lie between them.  I

move gently, and by nudging you just enough, cause you to drape your leg

over my waist.   I am in a perfect position now, one where I can make

love to you for a prolonged period of time and not get tired or

uncomfortable...for I plan on making love to you until you DO awaken!

                             

   Slowly I take your semiridged member in my hand and lick the head

gently.  You always taste so good!  I marvel at the pleasure I derive

from giving you head.  I have always enjoyed it, but something about

taking all of you into my mouth and throat excites me beyond words!

I lick the head and feel the shaft grow firm in my hand.  I look up and

see that you are still deep in REM and not noticeably disturbed.  Perhaps

I am but fulfilling whatever dream you are having at the moment.  I

don't know, but this has excited me to the point at which I have a

burning desire to bring you to climax and swallow all the love that I

can manage to obtain from your wonderful cock.  I smile at myself when I

think of that term, remembering all the discussion about terms.  I shake

my head slightly and know that it doesn't matter to you what I call it.

I take your head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the edge of

the head.  I poke the stiffened tip of my tongue into the hole at the

top of the head and then let my mouth engulf your entire near-rigid

dick.  You are breathing faster and you move your head back and forth.

You almost seem to be fighting sleep now, trying to come up out of

whatever deep dream state you had entered.  I cease my ministrations and

watch you, praying wildly that you will drop back into your dream.  You

tense several times, and I watch as glistening drops of dew-like precum

slowly gather at the tip of your head.  My mouth waters for them, but I

dare not touch you again or even move until I am sure.  I wait

impatiently and gently squeeze and release your cock, matching your

heartbeat.  I smile as you drift back into the arms of your dream maiden

and a slight smile curves your wonderful mouth.  When I am sure you are

deeply asleep, I savor the drops of you that I have longed to taste.

You are dreaming again, I can tell by the movement of your eyes and so I

take you fully into my mouth this time.  Deeper and deeper until the

back of my throat takes your head and the muscles clamp firmly on it.

You tense and groan softly...the first sounds I have heard from you.  I

become excited beyond belief.  I know that you are very near cuming...I

can feel your balls tense and release.  I cup them gently and swallow

your cock repeatedly, feeling them tense up and your shaft as well.  I

realize that you will cum soon, and I wonder if it will waken you....

 

   At this point I only know that I want you to cum in my mouth and let

me swallow all that is you.  I begin to tease your head with my tongue,

just at that special point at which I tell you it all seems to cum

together.  You moan louder and your hips respond to my increased

activities.  I am in a state of extreme desire and need of you....your

hand covers mine and I realize you are still asleep...I THINK you are.

Your cock is ready to explode in my mouth and I decide I want you and it

no longer matters if you are awake or not.  I attend to your wonderful

shaft and head and suck and tease until I feel your entire body tense.

I look up as I feel the first rush of cum strike the back of my throat

and I swallow and see your eyes beneath your lashes, gazing at me

lovingly and the tender smile on your face...and I realize THIS is so

much better--the best of both worlds, really!

 

                             God, how I love you!

                                                                               

 

 

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                        AFTERGLOW OF STARS.......*

 

                  

  

My eyes remain closed, though I feel a feather-light touch on my

abdomen. A tracing trail of white fire against my eyelids and arousal

grips my loins.  As the wetness spreads from the center, coating all in

its path--my breasts respond, nipples tightening to taunt rosettes.  My

body has responded by softly swelling in all the right places.  The

folds of my passion press against themselves as well as my thighs,

demandingly.  From deep sleep to instant alertness your touch has

brought me.  Wresting me from the depths of slumber and carrying me to

the beginning heights of pleasure as only you can.

All these delicious feelings with but one soft tracing.  I breathe again

and realize I had stopped.  I wonder if you too noticed and pray that

you didn't. I want this love making to continue--softly and erotically.

I lie waiting...again forgetting to breathe. Suddenly I feel a warm but

wet touch--ever so lightly--on my nipple. The strength of will not to

gasp is almost beyond me.  Your tongue is amazing and my nipple responds

by becoming even tighter.  You do not ignore the other, but pay similar

homage with identical results.  My thighs become coated with the copious

fluids your touch brings forth. the desire building in my belly is

becoming insistent and I desire you in a most immediate way.  I moan

ever so softly..as if in a dream and imagine your smile. I toss my head

gently and shift my position.  Still on my back, one knee is drawn up--

affording you entry to that which you so richly deserve should you

desire it.....

As indeed you do!  I feel your quiet movement as you reposition yourself

at my gateway. The mere thought of your mouth on me releases another

flood of honey-sweet nectar.  The aroma of a woman fully aroused fills

the room and your feather-light touch again makes its presence known.

Delicately touching my drenched lips, you stroke them apart. Every touch

causes them to swell more, until they escape the liquidly adhesive

quality of my silken cum. Thick, smooth, and a feeling like that of soft

silk--it has kept the gates locked against your entry.  Your patient

stroking--sending electric waves of shock into my lower belly--has won

you entry at last.

 

You stop all movement and I imagine you looking at me. You breathe upon

me and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.  I imagine the smile on your

loving face as you bend to begin what you know will waken me for

certain.  I lie waiting breathlessly for you to begin. Fluid fairly

flowing and desire providing an  unending river.

A tentative flick and I realize you wish to bring me to climax without

waking me.  I settle a bit, as if a dream has teased me in some way and

breathe deeply. You again gently flick your tongue and when I do not

react (the superhuman will necessitated NOT to!), you begin to softly

and firmly clean every drop of need from within and without the now

center of my being. Always gently--barely any pressure, just soft,

loving care and my desire for you renews itself in a burst of hot flame.

I move once more and you lay as still as a speckled fawn awaiting its

mother's return.  I lay in quiet abandon now--legs spread to your

advantage and my sleep seemingly undisturbed.  You seem satisfied after

a few moments--moments I scream silently inside for respite from the

clawing need you've awakened within me--and gently and lovingly return

to loving me with your wonderfully talented mouth.  Alternately tonguing

me gently and sucking and even probing me deeply with your long

wonderful tongue, you bring my senses in line and build a climax that

threatens to shatter my secret.  My orgasm takes over and you sense it

in my increased breathing and the beginning of tremors along my

passion's path....You fill me with your tongue and there is no

difference between my desire for you when you make love to me the

traditional way and this way. You wring every last emotion from me and I

yearn for completion and the inevitable renewal of your own passion for

me. The need begins to take control of me...the heat in my belly, stoked

by your agile tongue burns hotter--the flood insufficient to quench it.

You and I are in sync now--I cannot bear the anticipatory building much

longer and I feel  you nearing the same point. You hold me now and that

special sense we seem to have between us locks our very souls in total

communion and my orgasm takes us both--you thru me and back again. It

builds until all sensory nerves feel as tho they will never function

again.

I lie spent--in a darkness of complete and utter contentment until I

feel again--and what I feel is you, my own true love, holding me in that

afterglow of stars..............-=*=-



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