KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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Despite the desultory success of the previous thread, I'm going to treat you to more of the musical stylings of Muffie. Um. Porno stylings of Muffie. Sorry, fantasies won't go down. Anyone have any cold water?
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I never thought about how deliciously hard it was. Something about the rigid length made me slide my tongue out and rub it against my lips. My hips twitched, rubbing my thighs together. I glanced sideways--first left, then right--to see if anyone was looking my way. I couldn't resist it anymore. My fingers touched the tip, near the perfectly rifled opening, and I shivered.
It was hot, almost enough to burn my fingers, and oh so hard. I tossed a look toward someone standing about twenty feet away--he wasn't looking at me--and gave into the temptation. I slid my fingers down that heated length, swirling them in small circles. I shut my eyes just to feel the moan bubbling up from my throat.
It was cooler at the base. I licked my lips again and slicked my fingers downward, to curl around the smooth wood before sliding them up to caress the trigger guard. Gently, I pressed the heated shaft of the frame to my cheek. There was nothing quite so sensual as the feel of burning steel and the smell of musky oil.
I had to shut my eyes for a moment, just a moment, to revel in the sensation of the powerful phallus I cradled in my arms. Lust mingled with the heady rush of power, stealing my breath. I opened an eye and tenderly adjusted the sight picture until it was perfect.
I sucked in a breath, feeling the tension of the moment just before the explosion of orgasm, I slid my finger along the clitoral length of the trigger. Time slowed for me, taking me on a shuddering ride until nothing existed but the precipice of intention.
And then it happened. The perfect symmetry of my body and my rifle. A mating of both stillness and potential energy in a single perfect instant.
I caressed the trigger and felt the answering roar of both weapon and self until nothing existed but smoke and a tiny hole in the center of a paper circle 300 hundred meters away.
Climax.
Well. It's sex to me.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I never thought about how deliciously hard it was. Something about the rigid length made me slide my tongue out and rub it against my lips. My hips twitched, rubbing my thighs together. I glanced sideways--first left, then right--to see if anyone was looking my way. I couldn't resist it anymore. My fingers touched the tip, near the perfectly rifled opening, and I shivered.
It was hot, almost enough to burn my fingers, and oh so hard. I tossed a look toward someone standing about twenty feet away--he wasn't looking at me--and gave into the temptation. I slid my fingers down that heated length, swirling them in small circles. I shut my eyes just to feel the moan bubbling up from my throat.
It was cooler at the base. I licked my lips again and slicked my fingers downward, to curl around the smooth wood before sliding them up to caress the trigger guard. Gently, I pressed the heated shaft of the frame to my cheek. There was nothing quite so sensual as the feel of burning steel and the smell of musky oil.
I had to shut my eyes for a moment, just a moment, to revel in the sensation of the powerful phallus I cradled in my arms. Lust mingled with the heady rush of power, stealing my breath. I opened an eye and tenderly adjusted the sight picture until it was perfect.
I sucked in a breath, feeling the tension of the moment just before the explosion of orgasm, I slid my finger along the clitoral length of the trigger. Time slowed for me, taking me on a shuddering ride until nothing existed but the precipice of intention.
And then it happened. The perfect symmetry of my body and my rifle. A mating of both stillness and potential energy in a single perfect instant.
I caressed the trigger and felt the answering roar of both weapon and self until nothing existed but smoke and a tiny hole in the center of a paper circle 300 hundred meters away.
Climax.
Well. It's sex to me.
