Kelly's story - an interactive fiction

[crimson]

What he wanted was naughty. It was dirty. But that he wanted it, he could not deny. The tendrils of fantasy and urge, typically lashed within a buttressed conservative cage, always seemed to break a teasing limb free and through the bars to tickle his mind and stroke him in an ever so tempting fashion. He had become quite fond of one leashed beast, in particular, over their long time together, learning to admire it and give it way to roam just enough to stretch its muscles from time to time. He sought to touch its sinewy form and bond with its animal beauty even as he feared submitting to its unpredictable strength. It was an all too tempting situation to leave untested for the rest of his life. And he wondered – perhaps someone could help tame its roar long enough to make contact with it.

He could not imagine what fountain of energy could form such a perfect smile and fill an aura so that it spilled over the boundary of her body. He was intrigued the minute he saw her, but he knew he was in perfect company after the first prod she gave him with a subtly sarcastic tongue. He found that she, too, liked to tread off the beaten path – to wander in search of the little mysteries to be discovered just out of reach of those who took the well-worn road. He the crimson angel, with a slightly tarnished halo; she the modern naiad, at one with nature and with an insatiable probing curiosity. He suspected the duo might find themselves in a thrilling adventure of considerable proportion.

They both knew why they were there today. The excitement of unlocking the gate of the cage and walking willingly into the presence of the beast fluttered in his breast. He hoped she was as nervous as he, yet he also hoped she was confident enough to show him that they would remain safe. How long would they expect the repartee of greeting each other to remain, further adding to the suspense? She flashing her insightful eyes through his nervous exterior and inviting him closer with that smile and those lips. He calculating touches with strong hands on her in places that would begin merging their energy together. With them both finally succumbing to the need to make contact, she gazes at him and leans in. As their lips touch, they both know. The spark is there; the die cast. They can hear the roaring as the barriers slip away in preparation to combine their primal selves. He moves his hand through her hair, pulling her mouth closer onto his so that they exchange each other’s breath and let their tongues flutter out the nervous passion between them. His other hand, which rested on her hip, now captures it and holds her to him. As they progress to entwine each other in an unbreakable knot, she moans as his lips kiss down her neck lightly, stopping to gently bite the innocent lobe of her ear and breathe quietly yet forcefully into it as the kindling fire takes hold. Heady with arousal, they both feel him begin to bulge, creating a pressure point between them that she cannot help grinding against. Then, at once, she pulls away and looks at him with smoldering eyes, “Come with me. You are now mine.”

[Your turn]

The mischievous sparkle in his eyes, accentuated by a preciously teasing smile, left no doubt in her mind that he was equally capable of concocting raw uninhibited scenarios. That knowledge made her feel at ease too. It wasn't that she wanted him to lead the way, but she did need to feel that he wouldn't judge her, laugh at her (at least in a harsh way), or be too shocked by the games she yearned to play with him. He had a willingness and openness about him that filled her body and mind with a strong fast moving desire.

Reminding herself to ease into things and not frighten her little cub, she let her fingertips glide across his chest, over his lovely nipples, up the insides of his legs and engorged balls. His cock invited her to taste it, feel it against her tongue, in her mouth, and deep into her throat. The base was thick -exactly how she wanted it to be. She could suck that cock for hours. Unfortunately she couldn't stop herself from thinking about all of the other ways she wanted to play with it. She wanted to abruptly pounce on her prey-feel his cock deep in her throat, have him suck her clit and lick her pussy (making it wet like her lips), grab his wrists and hold them firmly behind his head, and slam her dripping pussy straight onto his hard shaft. At the same time, she wanted to savor the moment. He had so much to offer and she wanted to smell his body, taste the salt on his skin, feel the light spasms as she ran her tongue up his side. He gave her a power that excited her. Long ago she was told that she could do anything she wanted on her birthday. Unfortunately that was before sex really appealed to her. If this were her birthday, she would have asked for a boy to be her toy-her playmate. Someone who would play all of the adult games she felt like playing and who would get off on them just as she would. This someone was better than a birthday gift because this first encounter she would strip him of his clothes (she already had), examine him thoroughly (all the while snapping mental pictures), and take him for a deep test drive. What more could a girl ask for? Well...

A girl could ask that he allow her to give him what he really needs. Or a girl could forget about asking and just give it to him. She knows what he needs. He thinks he knows what he needs, but what he knows is only the beginning.

Librarians find the time to do their research. Granted she spends several hours a week reading stories such as "Kiss of Desire", "Sexational Secrets", and "His Turn To Take It", but when the books close and the Crimson Angel walks through the door, unspoken fantasies will become reality.

[Your turn]

Attracting him to her lair, lit with cool, muted sunlight and filled with just the perfect mix of erotic and relaxing music, she announced her intention to undress and study him. What a curious idea, he thought. Had anyone before ever paid attention to such a detail that the very concept was plausible? What would she see? Would he repulse her? He would not be able to control her reaction. However, her smile bolstered his resolve. He believed that she would not humiliate him either in a direct manner or a faintly disguised white lie. He decided to trust her. As she helped him disrobe and place his clothes safely away from the play pen (they certainly wouldn’t be needing those anytime soon), he could believe that she liked what she saw. At least he hoped so, since the combination of her body, mind, and intelligence were making him heady with lust.

Had he the ability to sculpt an image of an ideal physical specimen and breathe life into it, it would not have compared to the sexual chemistry that her body elicited in him. When they touched, she seemed to fit into the right places against him. Her soft, curly hair – just a little unruly – matched her personality perfectly and seemed to indicate a refined ebullience that turned him on. The librarian’s removal of her dress exposed the most wonderful pair of natural, full breasts with lightly colored areolas and nipples that begged for his tongue to tease them into erection. And the shape and feel of her ass made him salivate with desire. She was athletic and fit, but not excessively extreme in any one fashion, and it gave off a warm sense of health – perfectly delicious – and he wished to taste every inch of her sweetness. Briefly, he got a sense of looking at the scene from outside his body. There seemed to be no logical explanation for why he should be nude next to an attractive, sexually curious woman, who seemed to also want to explore his own body. Had reality taken a vacation on this day?

His first primitive instinct was to sweep her up in his strong arms, toss her onto the bed, and sink his cock deep into her pussy in one motion, followed by a hammering of thrusts in order to relieve the tingling he was feeling in his balls and the urging pressure building in his head. But he knew this was to be an adventure to stimulate the mind as well as the body, although at some point he reckoned she would be grinding her pussy down hard onto the thick shaft of his cock, bucking in rhythm of overpowering orgasm, while he sought to plunge not only his cock, but whole body inside her so that it might contain the massive explosion building in his groin.

The indelible images of their previous encounter flashed through his mind. How she made him relax by attending to his body’s tension from head to toe: soft lips expertly applied down his side causing him to quiver, strong hands that pressed him down making him a willing subject, firm touches to his legs, and the warm feel of her breath as she took his cock into her mouth bringing him to attention. The way her hair cascaded around his pelvis as she sucked him fully in and forced his engorgement gave way at perfect intervals to allow him to see those lips desiring his cock and consuming it up and down. The feeling expressed itself deep in his balls and groin, and, wonderfully enough, she was confident to caress them, lick them, and press against his male g-spot. God her mouth felt hot and wet as she varied her pace of taking him deep, fast-paced as if to fuck a clit buried deep in her throat, using her hand to stroke the base of the shaft as she pulled her mouth up, and teasing the head with expert flicks of the tongue. She liked sucking cock… and, even better, she liked sucking his cock. She made it grow thick and throbbing; she worshipped it and sought to devour it. During most of his experiences, he believed that women gave blowjobs as a consolation to him – an act designed to please him, but not to take pleasure from. He thought this odd since exploring a woman’s lips, clit, pussy, and ass was an entirely thrilling experience and power. He smiled inwardly at the thought that this lover had found a way to both give and receive which relieved his anxiety about performing. They would both enjoy the experience no matter what kinky act they engaged in.

Up and down her mouth went on his shaft with moans, both soft and urgent at times, issuing from her cock filled throat. He wanted her to explore him further. Wanted to feel her tease open his ass so that he could feel something of her inside of him, stroking his prostate, and he also wanted her pussy to tingle with the thought of penetrating him, that she might take advantage of her cub’s offering a more intimate side of himself. Licking down his balls to the sensitive area just above his ass, he felt the chills shudder through his insides. It felt so good! He lifted his ass off of the bed slightly to give her better access. Applying lube to her fingers, she teased his button open and began to finger fuck him, making them both participants in a devilishly taboo act. With her mouth planted back on his throbbing cock, he now felt her from the inside as well. Her fingers slipping into his soft flesh made him want to bear down on her hand to take more. With reassuring urges, she whispered to him to ask if it felt good and was she doing it right? He attempted to guide her even though he was reeling in headiness at the whole event and the overload of pleasure. He was glad that they were both exploring this together, sharing something they perhaps hadn’t felt comfortable asking for in the past. He wanted to cum deep in her mouth; he wanted to make it last forever. But whatever happened, he was glad it would be happening with her. More fingers, he thought… how many fingers is she using? How many could she fit? He wanted her to push him. Push him over the edge to release the dormant fuck beast inside. With time, he knew she would.