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90's Kind of Love
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
She didn't know why she liked him. Loved him. Stalked him. Whyhe
made her jealous beyond belief when he complimented anotherfemale.
Why she waited online all day for a brief moment to talkto him.
Why it took hours to write a simple letter to him. Erasing,changing,
making it perfect, for the perfect man. The man shehad actually
created in her own mind, molded, from the simplebeginnings of
a chance encounter. But, now that he owned her,she would never
be the same.
The buddyin sound caused the immediate rote reaction, her handslide
the mouse over to touch the buddylist. He was here. Sheimmediately
got on her knees, anxiously clicked the send buttonand sent her
message. Good morning Master.
Good morning my pet. A simple reply that sent a shiver up herspine
and erased all doubts about why she was here. She couldalready
feel moisture starting to drip down her inner thigh, hernipples
erect, her eyes, if he could see them loyal and anxious.Her breath
shallow and rapid. Today is candle day isn't it pet.The words
emerged with the magical IM sound and her reply wasimmediate.
I have the things you requested Master.
She lit the candle, and time began to fade.
He watched the clock. He knew she was already there waiting. Itwas
better to arrive late. He sat in front of his computer waitingtill
ten minutes passed before he typed in his password. He didn'tknow
why he liked her, loved her, stalked her. Why his heart racedif
she mentioned another man. She was everything he imagined herto
be since they first chatted. She adored him. He could neverlie
to her, she knew his darkest secrets and still loved him.She never
cared how much money he made, the type of car he drove.He could
turn her on and make her cum with simply his mind. Heloved the
power.
He watched her simple answers appear across the miles. A lettery
for yes, a smiling face when he made her laugh, the m's of pleasure,the
o's of surprise. He could see her there, the wax drippingslowly
onto her nipples, feel the searing pain. Closer the candlecame,
till the wax was pouring directly from the candle to herbreasts.
He wanted her to cum for him, was she close?
Yyyyy she typed. Her hand reaching up for a moment from her pussy.She
returned it there and tried to keep from cumming. She slowedthe
motion of her hand on her clit. The other hand still tiltedso
the wax was a steady drip upon her breasts. PPPpppp she typedto
ask him please.
Stop. He wondered after he typed it, why he wanted her to stop.He
grinned to himself, imagining her frustrated look. He knewshe
had stopped and was waiting. He imagined her breasts coveredwith
the wax, her pouty lower lip stuck out in reproach, her legsspread
and her shaved pussy swollen and wet. He wanted some waxon that
pussy. He wanted her to feel him there with her. He wantedher
to cum for him.
She moved the candle down toward her pussy. Her face grimacedas
she imagined how it would feel when the first drip of wax splasheddown
on her labia. She continued to stroke her clit as the waxdripped
down her fingers then into her open pussy. The pain wassurprising
and she immediately shared that with a series of typedo's.
Good girl.
When those words came across the screen she shivered and tiltedthe
candle more and lowered it toward her cunt. Each drip wasa mixture
of pleasure and pain. Her fingers dipped inside herselfand she
smoothed the silky liquid up onto her clit. Her fingersstroked
at her clit, spreading her pussy lips wide, allowing thewax to
roll down in long brittle strands across her pussy. Sheanxiously
typed the letter c. She was very close.
He started to count down from five. He was stroking his erectcock
looking at her pictures, imagining those breasts coveredwith wax,
that pussy about to cum. How it would feel to placehis hands on
that ass and guide his cock into her pussy. Feelthe shudder of
her orgasm around him, have her consume him. Takehim.
As the number two appeared on the screen she felt her body jerk.Her
pussy started thumping and her hand instinctively went tothe keyboard.
She typed the a's and the h's. She wanted him toknow the exact
moment she came for him. She wanted him to knowshe was a moment
early. He had to know.
He watched her cumming. Felt her cumming. Her words were likea
trigger and his balls tightened with a snap. His cock explodedas
she came. He reached up immediately to let her feel it withhis
a's. He was inside her. He could feel her, he wanted to tasteher.
Taste yourself for me.
She reached up and licked her fingers.
He reached up and licked his fingers.
They smiled at each other across the miles, their hands touchedthe
screen.
Its a 90's kind of love.
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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