Starved's Fantasy

<BODY BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" LINK="#FFFFFF" ALINK="#000400" VLINK="#FFFFFF"><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <div> <I><B>Starved's Fantasy</B></I></div> <div> <IMG SRC="04758020.png" border=0 width="600" height="2" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="06196640.jpg" border=0 width="150" height="100" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>The Silk Scarf.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Lying in bed, my mind wanders. My fingers start to caress a familiar item…</div> <div> a white silk scarf.   My mind returns to a time…that I can’t forget. I </div> <div> remember thinking…I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve met a </div> <div> few men from the Internet, but never in this type of situation. Normally, I </div> <div> meet them for lunch. We evaluate each other, searching for any of the </div> <div> crazy signs that tell you to “Get your purse girlfriend, and get out of </div> <div> here!” After talking with Gabriel, somehow he convinced me to meet </div> <div> him…at a hotel…and let him blindfold me no less. “Yes, you’re right. </div> <div> I have lost my freakin’ mind!” I said to myself, as I enter the hotel. I </div> <div> started down this path, for new experiences. Now, I’m starting to have </div> <div> second thoughts. I say that, but I continue to walk down the hall, to his </div> <div> room. As I reach room 401, I notice that hanging on the doorknob…</div> <div> is a white silk scarf…and a note. The note reads: </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> Let Me Take You on a Journey.</div> <div> A Voyage of the Senses. </div> <div> Remove the Distractions Cover your Eyes. </div> <div> Leave your Inhibitions Outside.</div> <div> Knock, and Enter My Sanctuary </div> <bR> <div> I’ve come this far, so what the hell. “Please God, don’t let him be crazy” </div> <div> I prayed as I tied the scarf around my eyes. I reached out, until my hand </div> <div> touched the doorknob. I opened the door. Listening. I hear someone </div> <div> moving toward me; the quiet steps of someone accustom to stalking </div> <div> their prey. “Mmm I’ve been waitin’ for you” his voice rumbled. He has </div> <div> a strange accent, which I can’t place. His voice reminded me of a </div> <div> blues club, it’s deep and scratchy,  as if he’s visited lots of smoke </div> <div> filled rooms. Like heated cognac…intoxicating. He takes my hands, </div> <div> and leads me into the room. His hands are huge. My hands are </div> <div> enveloped in warmth.  I can tell he works with his hands. I can feel the </div> <div> calluses on his palms. The door closes, and I hear the lock being </div> <div> thrown. I guess I’m committed now…no going back. What was that </div> <div> old saying..’In for a penny..in for a pound” I guess the pound is what </div> <div> I came for. As I trail behind him, his scent encircles me. He’s wearing </div> <div> cologne that I don’t recognize. It is clean, musky, with just a touch of </div> <div> patchouli. “Sit for me… please”. As I lower myself, I find that I’m </div> <div> sitting in a chair, not the bed, as I expected. “Lemme help you relax”. </div> <div> All I can do is nod, not trusting myself to speak. I feel his hands touch </div> <div> my ankle, removing my shoe. He takes my foot in his hands. As he </div> <div> kneads my sole, I feel my body relaxing. He massages each toe, </div> <div> and then I feel them surrounded by warmth of his mouth. I start to </div> <div> moan, feeling him suck them further inside his mouth. I feel his </div> <div> tongue on all sides of my toes, then he stops. Only to seize the </div> <div> other foot. After he has completed his foot massages, he rises in </div> <div> front of me. I feel his hands on my temples. Massaging them.  Moving </div> <div> in small round circles, as my breathing deepens. He moves his hands, </div> <div> down to my blouse. I can feel him…unbuttoning it. I can feel myself </div> <div> getting anxious, but I remain still. Breathing faster. As he opens my </div> <div> blouse, I feel his fingers brush across my skin, as he unhooks my </div> <div> bra. After releasing my breasts, he doesn’t grab them…or even </div> <div> squeeze them…just lightly touches them…with his finger tips. I </div> <div> feel the pressure getting harder as his hands move to my </div> <div> shoulders…he continues massaging.  I’m starting to enjoy this. </div> <div> I feel his tongue encircling my nipple,  as he gently sucks my nipple </div> <div> into his mouth. I arch my back, wanting to give him all I have. He </div> <div> licks harder, sucking me deep inside his mouth. He is straddling </div> <div> me, with a leg on both sides of me. His legs are long...hard and </div> <div> nude. As he rises..I feel him in front of my mouth. Using my tongue, </div> <div> I taste him.   He feels to good. I want all of him ...in my mouth. I lick </div> <div> around his head, and then I take him deep inside my mouth, sucking </div> <div> him in and out. He grabs my head, holding me in place, as he works </div> <div> my mouth. As he gets bigger, and longer, I feel him getting ready to </div> <div> cum. He pulls himself out, and takes my hands. He helps me rise, </div> <div> his hands are on my waist…they move downward…sliding my </div> <div> skirt over my hips. His hands starts to massage my ass, grabbing my </div> <div> cheeks, and squeezing them hard. I can feel the pent up passion that </div> <div> he's trying hard to control. He pulls me back against him. I can feel his </div> <div> excitement. I smile, pleased with what I feel against my ass. </div> <div> Long and thick. He leads me to the bed, and directs me to lie down, on </div> <div> my stomach. He pulls me to the end of the bed. His fingers are touching </div> <div> my lips. Parting them. His tongue starts licking down the center of my ass, </div> <div> I feel him sliding his fingers in and out of me, as his tongue enters me. </div> <div> I’m so wet, I can hear his fingers moving in and out of me. When his </div> <div> tongue reaches my lips, he positions himself…between my legs…and </div> <div> lifts me up…to his mouth. I feel his tongue, where his fingers were, </div> <div> only deeper. He licks and sucks me until I cum, and then while holding </div> <div> me up…he uses the palm of his hand…to massage my clit. As I cum </div> <div> again…and again…he sucks and licks until he has everything that I </div> <div> have to give. He lays me down, and I hear a package opening. Knowing </div> <div> from experience that it is a condom, I lay still.. waiting for him…wanting </div> <div> him so bad. I feel his head…between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. </div> <div> My juices are all over him. I feel myself starting to cum again. I lift my </div> <div> ass, wanting him inside of me. He enters me…hard…and deep. He is </div> <div> so big, it actually hurts.   As my body adjusts to his size, he continues to </div> <div> pound into me. His strokes are so deep, and so hard…I can actually feel </div> <div> my juices being pumped out of me with every stroke. I feel something on </div> <div> my back…it feels like hair. Oh hell, don’t tell me I’m getting this type of </div> <div> action from a Grey-Boy.  Hell, I’ve gone too far to stop now. He turns </div> <div> me over, and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I start to cum from </div> <div> the ferocity of his strokes. Aside from moans, not a word was spoken. </div> <div> With every stroke, I feel his hair trailing over my body, exciting my nipples. </div> <div> I start to touch him, but he pins my hands to the bed. Holding me, as he </div> <div> reaches his climax. I feel him, against the condom.  I’m praying that it </div> <div> holds. It feels like a bottle of champagne…that has been uncapped, </div> <div> and is overflowing. My juices are running down my thighs, down my </div> <div> calves. He bends over me, and kisses me for the first time. It is a slow, </div> <div> simmering kiss. The kind that make you want to give all you have, knowing </div> <div> that there is more where that came from. He releases my hands, as he </div> <div> continues making love to my mouth. I touch his face...his hair... dreads. </div> <div> Dayum…my weakness.  I can’t wait to see this man with dreads that makes </div> <div> my body quiver. He stands up. I hear him moving around. I’m lying on my </div> <div> stomach, enjoying the afterglow, waiting for round 2. I hear something that </div> <div> startles me…a door closing. “Wait!” I rip the scarf off, only to find myself </div> <div> alone … with only the white silk scarf as a reminder. </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> Since that time, I’ve searched for him. He has </div> <div> disappeared.   I looked for him online…only to find </div> <div> that he’s gone…like a wisp of smoke. </div> <bR> <div> <B>...I still...sleep with the scarf.... </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div>  <embed src="HTMLobj-101/Van_Morrison_-_Someone_Like_You.html" autostart="true" loop="true" hidden="true">  </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> 03/22/2001</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id24.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="About Me"><U><U>About Me</U></U></A><U>   |   </U><A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Other Fantasies"><U><U>Other Fantasies</U></U></A><U>   |   </U><A HREF="id26.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Want More?"><U><U>Want More?</U></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </BODY>