The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1

... engorged, it's protective hood drawing back, Exposing its naked beating heart, the centre And source of exquisite sensations, Sending its message of sweet fulfilment Like an electric current throughout your quivering body, Until you are lost in your first climax, An orgasm of such sharp and piercing joy That your sighs and moans of pleasure turn to screams Of delight, rending the air in ecstasy, While you are still lost in heaven, your senses aflame, I will push you back onto the bed, And slide my aching cock into your heat, Deep into the heart of your desire, And I will fuck your cunt with long deliberate strokes, Slowly at first, but with increasing urgency, Body responding, straining to match my thrusting power, Your hips pushing up from the bed, And your back arched, spasms of inexpressible pleasure, Shaking your body as you rise inexorably, Greater heights of bliss sweeping you away headlong Until we come together in a mutual orgasm of wordless majesty, My hot seed mingling with your sweet juices, a metaphor Of our total union, a fusion of bodies, minds and souls. At last released back into the world, we will lie Wrapped in each other's arms, limbs entwined, Whispering words of love and adoration, Never again to be parted, one new being in two bodies." Anne had never thought of herself as a writer, Merely a discerning reader and critic, As I have told before, she was generous Always prepared to encourage others With kind words of praise and appreciation, Sharing her ...

... pleasure. A connoisseur of the erotic, Her libido free and uninhibited, She responded willingly to Will's advances And signing off, after bidding him goodnight With soft kisses, and ardent words, Would lie in her lonely bed, naked and excited, Alone, but happy with her memories Of his arousing words, feeling him Beside, inside her, a real presence Who led her each night to new lands of rapture, As she masturbated with fingers or dildo. Though he was not there in the flesh, His incorporeal presence filled her mind So completely that she grew to know him completely, And knowing, found herself, against her will, Reluctantly, but inexorably , falling in love. And even more surprising, found inspiration From his passionate fervour, her mind released From crippling inhibitions, the prison of childhood Memories, her creativity discouraged As unbefitting a girl from her class, Too bohemian for polite society, Unnecessary for her role in life As humble housewife and mother, homemaker Not artist. Her natural impulses curbed, As dangerous and unattractive to men A barrier to a good, though boring marriage Where duty was more important than fulfilment Of her inner self. Hence the shock Of this new relationship with a man Who sought her pleasure first, opening the door Of her gilded cage, setting her free To stretch her wings and fly. Anne and Will set free in each other Impulses and desires long suppressed, Speaking freely of their deepest fantasies Where nothing was forbidden or dirty In ...