Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!yale!zip.eecs.umich.edu!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!ar153 From: ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Holmyard) Subject: Q Tease Numero Four Message-ID: Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) Organization: The National Capital FreeNet, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Date: Sat, 1 Oct 1994 05:51:49 GMT Lines: 227 Q is Life The instantaneous FLASH of light seemed to bounce for a moment longer than usual about the airy, bright walls of the bedroom suit. The white lace curtains covering the archway out onto the balcony billowed softly against the breeze from outside, or from her sudden arrival, Bonnie wasn't quite sure which and didn't much care. If she was here, Q would soon follow. Her eyes searched for him but all she saw was the lavishly furnished room, in strangely exotic materials of pale grey, pale pink, and iridescent white. If she had to sum up her first impression with one word, Bonnie thought, that word would be 'awesome'. Strong, sensual sunlight streamed into the room and onto her face from the balcony, bringing with it the delightful scent of wild flowers, moist brown earth, and everything green. The room sparkled in the morning sun and even the furniture appeared dazzling, fresh and new. Lighter-than-air fabrics covered the ceiling and walls, making their way towards the rooms centerpiece, the bed. Layer upon luscious layer of fabric was gathered above it and then left to drape magnificently down and around it's four ceiling-high posts. Bonnie couldn't resist moving to gently pull loose the top sheet and let it slide between her hands. It was weightless, yet possessed a silky texture that would put any worthy worm on Earth to shame. The curtains over the balcony archway billowed again and Bonnie felt the hair on the back of her neck tingle in expectation. She spun round. Q stood motionless among the many folds of lace. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains around him, leaving his face and features caught in the shadow of the brightness behind. Bonnie couldn't see it but she knew he was smiling. "Now I ask you, could anything in this universe ever look as lovely?" Q said, not moving from the archway. Bonnie smiled. "It IS a beautiful room." "I wasn't talking about the room, ma cher." "OHhhhh, you do know how to sweet talk a girl, Q." Bonnie couldn't help but giggle as she sauntered across the room into his outstretched arms. Q pulled her close into his embrace, so that now Bonnie could see clearly the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes. "What mischief are you planning now, my love?" She smiled up at him. "Moi?" "Oui toi." Bonnie laughed, snuggling in closer. "I know that look and it usually means you're up to something." "I only have thoughts of you on that bed." Q answered, the corner of his mouth twisting upwards into what was a definite leer. "Should I be concerned about anything else?" Bonnie asked distractedly - the image of Q and her on that bed was already taking control of her thoughts. "You should know by now that you must concern yourself with nothing. My every wish is your command. My love is yours to treasure or abuse, whichever you see fit. I am but your humble servant, waiting for my mistress's desire to lead me. Can I make myself any clearer or should I go on?" "I can think of at least a dozen ways I'd like you to go on." "Sounds like a wish to me!" Q straightened up suddenly, took her by the hand and kissed her softly on the cheek. Bonnie blinked twice just to be sure and again started to laugh. She and Q were now both lying on the bed, wrapped haphazardly in the silken sheets, and their clothes were scattered all over the room, including a few pieces of underwear hanging from the bed posts. "Nice touch!" Bonnie said, indicating the underwear with a nod of her head. "I find undressing so tiresome at times, so I decided to dispense with the formalities. I hope you don't object?" Q reached out a single finger and began to run it ever so slowly down Bonnie's arm. "Do you hear me objecting?" Bonnie was all too aware of the path of that solitary finger and the burning trail it left on her skin. "Well, since their are no objections..." Q moved over her and met her open mouth with his own. Their kiss was long and hard and deep and it made up for all the minutes that had passed since they had last joined together. Bonnie felt every muscle she owned melt as he gently let his body down onto hers, filling perfectly every contour of her with his own. Their passion built quickly and her need for him was, as usual, overwhelming. Bonnie's mind was a blank except for the phrase "no objection, no objection" which kept running through faster and faster with her mounting hunger. She could feel his hardened cock pushing against her thighs, which she opened gratefully under him. Her hands held his head firmly in place as she devoured his tongue and throat. Lustingly she thrust her hips upwards, begging to capture his cock between her welcoming legs. Q's arms held Bonnie's shoulders for an instant longer before he broke from their kiss. Swiftly and in one motion, he pulled himself upwards, pulled Bonnie down towards him, and wrapped her legs behind him. He stared into her eyes, wanting her now, having to possess her before one more instant of time had passed. Q drank in her beauty for as long a moment as he dared before lowering his hands to her body once more. His right hand grasped her breast, squeezing the nipple between it's fingers. His left hand found the hot dampness of her cunt lips and parted them to find the treasure within. Bonnie groaned in ecstasy as both of Q's hands massaged their chosen hot spots. She could touch none of him with her own hands positioned as they were and so desperately clutched at the sheets around her. Both of them were rising to a pitch of desire that they knew would soon break. Q let go of Bonnie's tit and grabbed his cock, guiding it urgently into her. He pushed himself deep inside, wanting to fill every living inch of her. Bonnie frantically met his thrusts with her own, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until he exploded within her and she around him, draining, straining, demanding he yield to her every last drop he had. They collapsed together in total ecstasy, he upon her once again. Neither spoke and neither moved. Once she had collected herself enough to again formulate rational thought, Bonnie couldn't help but sigh, "no objection whatsoever." Long Live Fantasy! -- "I lift my glass to the Awful Truth, which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth, except to say it isn't worth a dime." Leonard Cohen ar153@Freenet.carleton.ca (Bonnie Q Holmyard)