AUTHOR'S WARNING!
The following contains candid descriptions of erotic activities -- AND
I MEAN, "THE ACT"! Under 16's (pref. under 17s) are advised
to STAY AWAY! Do not let the little ones near this! This is far too hot
for their eyes! Do not flood F'Freak's InBox with angry emails. You have
been amply warned! OK...on with the Story! ;-)
...think I wanna show ya...My Jungle Love...
I jiggled my breasts, swiveled my hips, and slithered my body all over
Claude's...Oh yeah!...I gave him a lapdance he would never forget!Claude
moaned and screamed his pleasure as he finally matched my movements. I
continued to grind my pelvis against his hardening masculinity.
"Oh, Nisha! Don't stop...Ahhh! Give it to me, darling! ...Oooh! Do
it to me! Hellfire!...Arrrgh!...Damnation!"
Claude pulled my body alongside his, then caressed me in those special
places he damn-well knew always set my body on fire.
"Ooh, Claude...", I purred as he continued to excite me with
his teeth and tongue. I closed my eyes; the sensuous sounds of the music,
and the crackling of the fire, were the perfect accompaniments to a passionate
rendevous. I tried to reciprocate; my hand actually stroked his swollen
manhood, but what he was doing to me felt so good...
Suddenly, without warning, Claude released me, sat up, then said to
me in his most sensual voice, "Now, my sweet Nisha, I have a surprise
for you."
I had no idea what to expect; then again, Claude Frollo always has this
knack for 'surprising' me -- like that first time.*
But nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to this performance!
Clad in only those skintight, black spandex hose, Claude began doing his own...er...Purple Rain bit.
Odd...he said he never really cared for this...He said the lyrics were a bit too...blue? But here he is...in all his glory...Mmmm...He moves so deliciously...like a snake...better than me...Ooh...sing it, Claude...Sing "Cream"...make it your song....OUR song...
Claude crooned the sensual lyrics, while he, slowly and sensually, twisted and writhed his body. He even gave ME a lapdance!
"Oh Honey...Oooh, sugarbritches..."
"Do you like that, Nisha? You do...I can tell...Mmm...Such large, firm breasts...and your thighs...Mon Dieu!"
I tried to keep from laughing, not that I found Claude's erotic performance amusing, but this was totally unlike him! Here is a man, so powerful, such a control-freak, so austere and serious in public...
And not one knows -- except the people reading this -- that, once in a while, you totally 'turn it loose'...Let's keep it that way!
Cream, get on top
Cream, and u will cop
Cream, don't u ever stop
Cream, sh-Boogie bop
Claude continued to croon those sexy lyrics, then performed the hottest striptease this side of Chippendale's. I'm getting too flustered, just recalling the memory -- Excuse me, but I need some ice-water! ;-)
***** OK -- I'm back! *****
With a rapid grinding of the pelvis, he slipped out of his hose.
Hellfire!!
He didn't even give me the pleasure of undoing the laces. Ah, well...No Matter.
"Oooh, Claude, baby...If you ain't the sexiest, most desirable man in the world!" I leaned back on the bed, and parted my thighs. "Do me, honey."
Claude then sprawled on top of me, and fitted my body with his. I felt his hot breath on my face, heard the fiery, passionate words pour from his mouth, as he raised my nightgown.
Within seconds, I felt his massive, rock-hard masculinity enter my woman's depths. And I took ALL of him, every last engorged inch. I shocked myself how tightly I clamped around him, how quickly I seemed to swallow him, entrap him.
There's no escape, baby...This is Jungle Love...And you have just stumbled into the quicksand of my passion...struggle all you want, sugarbritches...You know what they say..."The more you wiggle, the more you sink"...Wiggle on, Claude....I really LOVE to feel you move...
"That's the way, baby", I said out loud, my body arching and
jerking with every thrust of his body into mine. Claude, being such a skillful
lover, changed positions without missing a beat. Desire rose and stirred
within me; I felt sated, then was turned-on all over again, just like that.
And Claude spurred me onwards with his words --- Claude knew ALL the words!
"My Nisha...My darling...Ahh!...Move with me, my love...That's right...This feels so...Oooh!....Damn...you are so...tight...Do you have to grip me...so tightly...No matter...It's the ONLY way..."
Now, I'm no starry-eyed teen-ager, nor some hick-from-the-sticks that doesn't know which way is up. But I do know when my Claude is ready...I mean...REALLY ready...But THIS...was different!
Claude suddenly rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. He made me
ride him, and it was a wild, passionate ride on his bucking, writhing body.
Yippee! Like riding a wild, bucking stallion...and trying to stay on...Forget
it, sugarbritches...I stayin' in the saddle...
Now I've heard all kinds of tales of how different men react once they reach orgasm. Some cry out; some tense-up; others just whimper and moan, but not Claude. His movements became more rapid; his breathing more intense. I felt his hands tighten around my sore hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh. I arched my back, and gripped him tightly between my thighs.
"Claude! Give it to me! Make me go!"
"Grip me tighter...Oooh! Tighter! That's it...Nisha...I'm...Ahhh!...You are so good...I can't stop...Uhh...Oooh...coming!"
I felt Claude swell and throb inside me; the thrusts came even faster.
He moaned, screamed, and bellowed his enjoyment. Now I couldn't hold back.
I cried out his name, kissed him with ferocious hunger, and let my body
go wild on him.
We squirmed and screamed, expressing our enjoyment with such abandon. My raced back to that night, our first time, but nothing compared to this!
My mind was brought back to reality, as Claude exploded inside me. He
cried and moaned with every spurt of his precious seed.
I throbed all over, and nearly cried when Claude finally withdrew from
me. It was good...no...better... than the last time. And the
next time will be even better...
We said nothing as we lied across the bed, our arms enfolding each other. I could still feel my skin quiver with pleasure; my lower regions throbbed with ecstasy, there was that familiar soreness between my thighs. I don't mind that...that only means I've just been well-laid...by the most skillful lover I've ever known...
I could've sworn I felt Claude Frollo's body still twitch and jerk almost enticingly. Come on, Claude! Not again! Let me...let US catch some breath...
Snuggling closer to me, he breathlessly said, "My darling Nisha. You are so incredible...so fantasically sensual." He kissed me deeply, gratifyingly. Claude then softly laughed and said, "Why is it whenever we make love, it is always something -- WILD! No matter...I love it hot and wild!" I
I returned the laughter, and said nothing. All I could do was lie in Claude's arms, and let him cuddle and kiss me all through the night. A few minutes later, I had to open my mouth, and suggest another, creative lovemaking session.
"Claude, sugar?"
"Yes, sweet Nisha."
"I hope you liked...mm...'Jungle Love'."
"I enjoyed every minute."
"So did I...Every minute, every last inch..."
Claude's deep, hearty laughter filled the bedchamber. He kissed me some more, then told me ,"Enough fun-and-games. You...we...need our beauty sleep." Claude nuzzled my neck, then we snuggled under the blankets. He nearly drifted off to sleep, when I got a flash of brilliant creativity.
"Claude?"
"Umm?", came the drowsy response.
"Sugarbritches", I whispered as I leaned closer to him, and traced his fine features with my finger. "Have you ever played...mm...'Love
In An Elevator'?"
Claude's eyes popped open. He looked at me and said, half-amusedly, "'Love In A...WHAT?'" He then laughed out loud, and pulled me closer to kiss him.
Claude Frollo, still laughing, then said to me, "You, my dear Danisha,
are totally incorrigable, not to mention absolutely insatiable!" He
then smiled, tenderly kissed my lips, and sweetly said before drifting
off to sleep, "And I would not change one thing about you."
THE END
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