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                                         Him
                   There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that were burning
            brightly in the fireplace.  It warmed me with its radiating heat as I sat on
           the floor before it.  I slowly sipped the wine which he so readily poured.  It
              was sweet with a robust aroma that was clouding my head and thoughts.  I
                     watched him as he turned to place another log on the fire.
                     Who was he?  I only met him this morning.  We talked briefly at our
           chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore.  He was strong
             and muscular.  Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair.  I suppose I was
             attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
                                         readily accepted.
                   As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
              this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
           evening.  I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
           passed the soft towel over my naked body.  Standing naked before my mirror, I
          admired the shapely form of my body.  My rounded well proportioned breasts were
              firm with large cherry-red nipples.  Looking down, I could just see the
          glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
            mound.  I remember trying to decide what to wear.  I selected a sexy, loose
          fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
           for this evening.  I chose a dainty bra and panty set.  Both were made of red
             silk with a touch of black lace.  Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
           round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
            mound.  As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
           tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body.  I sat at the edge
           of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties.  I remember the internal stirring
           I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring.  The desire within my
            groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
           and body.  Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
                                           my yearnings.
                   I remember,  lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating
             my breasts.  I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in
          private moments of solitude.  I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra
          and  caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between
             my fingers.  I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the
           pleasure my caresses were creating.  I remember becoming aroused, as my other
            hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts.  I thought of the
           pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.
                    A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present.  The thoughts
           of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect
            on me.  I could feel myself becoming aroused.  As I looked into the fire, I
           felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin.  My breasts began to ache, as my
           nipples engorged and hardened.  I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle
           rhythmic tensing of my pelvis.  I could feel the moistness forming within the
            lips of my vagina.  I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire,
                      unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.
                    Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this afternoon.
            I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down over my pelvis, running my
          fingers over my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin piece of silken
           underwear, as I let my fingers slip under the panties.  I thought of my moist
           vaginal lips, how the wetness felt.  I remembered how I slowly began to gently
           tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my fingers between the
          soft labial folds, carefully sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember
           gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it.  I could almost
            feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during
           that afternoon's pleasures when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.
                     I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present.  He
           looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs.  A soft smile
           appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire.  I watched him as he
          knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers.  The glow of the
          fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the
           heat spreading through out my body.  In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously
          opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my
           breasts.  Through clouded eyes I looked for him.  He rose, and walked from the
           room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine.  I heard his footsteps,
          descending the stairs to the wine cellar.  There I sat, the warmth of the fire,
                     the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.
                    I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the
           couch behind me.  My head was spinning, both from the wine and the thoughts of
          the pleasures I gave myself earlier.  I could still feel the tingling glow from
            the orgasm I had this afternoon.  Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
            logs.  The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated up to my
             neck.  The heat was stirring a desire within me.  In a daze, I opened the
             remaining buttons of my blouse.  The coolness, as the open blouse bared my
          chest, stirred me to greater desire.  My hand moved again to my chest.  I undid
            the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from my breasts.  My
          fingers reached for my nipple. I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb
           and index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the moment.  My thoughts were
           no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that
           was now building deep within my groin.  I could feel my nipple hardening as I
                                   continued to massage the tip.
                     Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts.  Its fingers reached
            for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the hardened nipple between my
             thumb and index finger.  Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed with
             pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips.  I moaned softly as the waves of
            pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to my pelvis.  I was in a
           world of my own, concentrating only on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen
          as I continued the intense stimulation of my nipples.  I crossed my legs and by
           tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure upon my groin.  I began to
           rock my pelvis, increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips
          and clitoris.  I could feels the wetness forming between the lips of my vagina.
            The stimulation from the rocking, as I continued to massage both my breasts
                                   aroused me to further desire.

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                     All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted only to
          satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body needed.  I let one hand drop
          from my breast.  It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my pelvis.  Softly, I
            caressed the area of my navel.  Making small circles around it before I gave
          into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt the
            top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound
          which extended above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the soft
             folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties.  The fine lace of my
          panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. From the outside
             of my panties, I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips.  They were wet and
           sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material.  My body yearned to be
           caressed.  Through the wetness of my panties, I continued the gentle massaging
          of my labial lips.  I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my vagina,
                  but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk of my panties.
                     I was oblivious to my surroundings.  The only sounds I heard were my
           own breathing and the crackling of the fire.  I was giving into to my pleasure
             now.  I began to softly moan as the intensity of sensations spread from my
            vagina upward into my abdomen.  Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the
          crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds of my labia.  My labial
           lips were very wet as I massaged the recesses of my vagina.  With my fingers I
              formed rhythmic circles around my clitoris.  I pressed upon my throbbing
            clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips.  The intensity of the
              sensations created by the rolling pressure as I slid my fingers along my
                    clitoris caused a tingling which spread throughout my body.
                        My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, gently
          massaging and kneading the tip passionately.  I began a gently rhythmic rocking
           of my hips against the fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina.  I slid my
           fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply into the
          folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my
           clitoris.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was
          passing from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath.  My
                            soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.
                    Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw him. He was
          standing in front of the fire, looking down at me.  He smiled as he saw my eyes
           look upon him.  My orgasm was fast approaching now.  He continued to watch me.
             I was beyond control, and I could not stop.  The burning desire between my
          thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched, I continued to massage
             my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently stroked and manipulated my
                                          swollen nipples.
                      But how can I do this?  Here I was, bring myself to the heights of
          sexual ecstacy before him.  I have never masturbated in front of anyone before.
            Yet his standing over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that were
          building within me.  My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
          Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as I
            so intimately caressed myself.  But I could not stop, the warm tears rolling
                          down my checks only heightened my sexual urges.
                      The fire within my body could not be contained.  The aching in my
           groin screamed for more.  With my index finger I probed deeper into my vagina,
            while my other fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and labial
           lips.  With my other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
           Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress me,
                         help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.
                       He smiled, and slowly moved towards me.  I knew that if he only
             touched me I would explode in orgasm.  I was moaning loudly now, giving in
           totally to the waves of orgasm that were about to overtake my body.  He knelt
           over me, his arms out stretched.  With all my being I wanted him now, at this
          moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of
           my own and bring me to climax.  I wanted to feel his fingers massage my labia,
             to probe the depths of my vagina.  I wanted his lips upon my breasts.  His
                                     tongue to lick my nipples.
                     As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his taking
            me totally.  I eagerly awaited the explosion of climax.  Just as my body was
            reaching its height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands from my
            pants and away from my breasts.  He held my arms out, away from my body so I
             could not touch myself.  I was suddenly deprived of all stimulation.  The
           heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted.   I screamed out.  My
            body trembled.  It felt as though all that there was to life came to a halt.
          Every nerve, every muscle ached.  I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
            to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris.  I could feel myself shaking,
          trembling, as he held my arms away from my body.  The burning that only a short
          time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain.  My breasts and
           vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings.  I
           shook violently as my body yearned for climax.  A climax now removed.  I cried
          out pleading with him to release me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my
           body so desperately needed.  I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
          myself.  He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing myself.  After
                           what seemed like forever, he released my arms.
                     I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the ceiling,
              feeling the warm glow of the fire.  My breathing was slowly returning to
          normal.  I looked at him.  Nothing needed to be said.  He knew what he did, and
          the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon his face.  He sat before me,
            and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only
               wearing a bathrobe.  Looking down, I saw his manhood, firm and erect.
           Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him.  I took his large, erect
          penis in my hands, and slowly stroked it.  I ran my fingers along the length of
          it, pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down the shaft.  I looked
           up at him, a tear passing from the corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion
          and embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
          before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his groin.  All
           thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took his penis into my mouth.  I now
           realized that in his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even greater
           desire to give him fulfillment.  And as I slid my mouth down the length of his
           penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that
                      whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.
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