ABOMINABLE PLEASURES

It was a beautiful sunny day. Natasha was basking in the euphoria of reading her favourite genre of books. She was eighteen years old but naive in the things she read about. Natasha was raised under strict supervision in a highly religious home. Her parents were committed members of their church. They frowned at anything they considered unholy. This included certain kind of clothing, hairdo, foods and relationship with the opposite gender. As a result, Natasha's movement was pretty straightforward [school, home, church]. On this fateful beautiful sunny day, Natasha was reading a novel about a young couple who had to fight several obstacles just to be together. The girl in the story had to be rebellious to have her way. Her situation was similar to Natasha's. This particular girl's movement was highly monitored by her parents even though she was eighteen years old. However, the day she met one boy while on her way back from church, became the beginning of boldness and disobedience. It was love at first sight for both of them. Their story ended well after so many battles. Natasha was so absorbed in this novel that she would not hear a thing, if a lion roared right in front of her. She was out of this world. At some point, she started imagining herself meeting a sweet, strong, gentle, handsome and adventurous man. One who would sweep her off her feet every day of her existence on Earth. She fantasised about him gently kissing her until it became intense. He would run his fingers across her body like a pianist on his organ; plant kisses alongside soft bites on her neck that would send shivers down her spine. Then run his lips across the most sensitive parts of her body while one hand concentrated on her breasts; gently fondling one after the other and intermittently caressing her excited n*****s. He would kiss her passionately from time to time as he undressed her in phases. At a point, she would be as she had come into this world [naked and unashamed]. Then he would feast on her n*****s with his lips and tongue one after another; caressing, licking and sucking. Oh what a feeling it would be as he found his way to her moist v****a! In all its glory and splendour, it would demand to be eaten. He would oblige and carefully lick and suck it generally, then concentrate on the c******s. Suck! Suck! Lick! Lick! Slowly, then quickly. "Natasha!" She heard him call her name. "Yes!" She faintly replied. Her hands firmly holding onto the bed as she experienced ecstasy. "Natasha!" He called her name again, this time less romantically. She was puzzled but chose to continue enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. "Natasha!" He called so firmly this time that she was startled. It was her mother. It was all a fantasy. There was no man, there was no pleasure. "Come give me a hand in here", said her mother. Natasha stood up with her books and headed towards the main building. She felt moistness between her legs. She went to the bathroom first to check what it was. It was horny-juice. She was soaked. She actually experienced her fantasy. The only thing her experience lacked was the man. "Oh my! I wish this was real." She said with a heavy sigh.