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Authors: Nancy Madore
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they brushed her as he spoke. The pleasure was excruciating. Anger flashed in her eyes as she turned her face away from his warm lips and once again struggled beneath him. He slid himself back into her all the way and held himself perfectly still there. Sweat trickled down his back, and every nerve ending in his body was screaming for him to give in to her, to end this torment, but he held his ground. There were tears in her eyes.
"Tell me you want it," he said in a voice that was misleadingly gentle and kind. "That's all you have to do." She struggled again. He didn't want to lose her now.
With slow, gentle thrusts, he began again. His hand resumed its gentle caressing.
"Oh, no," she whimpered.
He smiled in spite of his agony. "Oh, yes," he replied.
Like a well-tuned musical instrument, her body responded in perfect time to his every touch. She was feverish in her struggle, and he was getting impatient. Why did she have to be so stubborn? He was going to make her a very happy wife. When his excitement began to overtake him and he came too close to the edge, he thought about losing her forever, and that was sufficient to cool his desire and hold his own needs at bay.
"That's it," he coached lovingly as she once again came perilously near the brink. "Now tell me that you want me." He pulled himself almost completely out of her again and paused.
"No!" she screamed. But she was referring to his stopping, completely unaware now of what he wanted. "Please…oh, please. Don't stop."
He didn't want to mince words at a time like this, but he couldn't have disputes over the matter later. "Tell me that you want me," he repeated.
"I…" she stopped herself. He pulled himself completely out of her.
"I…" she repeated.
He groaned loudly, thinking she had nearly as much endurance as he had. He pushed himself back into her and held perfectly still.
"Tell me, sweetheart," he pleaded.
"I…want you," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Cat wanted to comfort Mouse, but that would have to wait until later. They both had held out for way too long. He thrust himself into her again and again, thinking only to seal his victory with his final satisfaction, but suddenly he recalled the prize he had won and what it had cost her.
Using the very last grain of self-control that he possessed, he slowed his thrusts and once again busied himself with pleasing her. He could not believe, after all that, he had almost forgotten her and gotten himself off without satisfying her. Happy wife indeed!
Cat gathered his wits and held back, concentrating on giving Mouse what she needed. Soon she was again reaching the true object of her struggles. This time he brought her through to the very end, and then with a loud yell he poured himself into her with absolute relief.
They clung to each other afterward, both trembling from the experience. After a while Cat lifted himself up from her embrace to examine her face.
As Mouse regained her composure, a small blush crept over her features. But she struggled to maintain an indifferent demeanor as she boldly met Cat's eyes and said, very nonchalantly, "I must say you caught me off guard that time….What do you say to a rematch?"
Cinderella
O nce upon a time there came to be a fairy-tale princess who wasn't living happily ever after. She was called Cinderella, and it happened that a number of years after marrying the prince she began to wonder if she hadn't been happier before her meddling fairy godmother sent her to that ill-fated ball.
For one thing, the once-beloved glass slippers had of late become dreadfully uncomfortable. Cinderella's feet had suffered from the rigid confines of the glass, and she could scarcely endure the pain it caused her to venture from one room to the next, let alone to go outside the castle. Any desire to roam or explore was quickly squelched by the horror of the piercing pain she would have to endure to get there.
The prince had also become a source of
"Tell me you want it," he said in a voice that was misleadingly gentle and kind. "That's all you have to do." She struggled again. He didn't want to lose her now.
With slow, gentle thrusts, he began again. His hand resumed its gentle caressing.
"Oh, no," she whimpered.
He smiled in spite of his agony. "Oh, yes," he replied.
Like a well-tuned musical instrument, her body responded in perfect time to his every touch. She was feverish in her struggle, and he was getting impatient. Why did she have to be so stubborn? He was going to make her a very happy wife. When his excitement began to overtake him and he came too close to the edge, he thought about losing her forever, and that was sufficient to cool his desire and hold his own needs at bay.
"That's it," he coached lovingly as she once again came perilously near the brink. "Now tell me that you want me." He pulled himself almost completely out of her again and paused.
"No!" she screamed. But she was referring to his stopping, completely unaware now of what he wanted. "Please…oh, please. Don't stop."
He didn't want to mince words at a time like this, but he couldn't have disputes over the matter later. "Tell me that you want me," he repeated.
"I…" she stopped herself. He pulled himself completely out of her.
"I…" she repeated.
He groaned loudly, thinking she had nearly as much endurance as he had. He pushed himself back into her and held perfectly still.
"Tell me, sweetheart," he pleaded.
"I…want you," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Cat wanted to comfort Mouse, but that would have to wait until later. They both had held out for way too long. He thrust himself into her again and again, thinking only to seal his victory with his final satisfaction, but suddenly he recalled the prize he had won and what it had cost her.
Using the very last grain of self-control that he possessed, he slowed his thrusts and once again busied himself with pleasing her. He could not believe, after all that, he had almost forgotten her and gotten himself off without satisfying her. Happy wife indeed!
Cat gathered his wits and held back, concentrating on giving Mouse what she needed. Soon she was again reaching the true object of her struggles. This time he brought her through to the very end, and then with a loud yell he poured himself into her with absolute relief.
They clung to each other afterward, both trembling from the experience. After a while Cat lifted himself up from her embrace to examine her face.
As Mouse regained her composure, a small blush crept over her features. But she struggled to maintain an indifferent demeanor as she boldly met Cat's eyes and said, very nonchalantly, "I must say you caught me off guard that time….What do you say to a rematch?"
Cinderella
O nce upon a time there came to be a fairy-tale princess who wasn't living happily ever after. She was called Cinderella, and it happened that a number of years after marrying the prince she began to wonder if she hadn't been happier before her meddling fairy godmother sent her to that ill-fated ball.
For one thing, the once-beloved glass slippers had of late become dreadfully uncomfortable. Cinderella's feet had suffered from the rigid confines of the glass, and she could scarcely endure the pain it caused her to venture from one room to the next, let alone to go outside the castle. Any desire to roam or explore was quickly squelched by the horror of the piercing pain she would have to endure to get there.
The prince had also become a source of
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