Message-ID: <5230eli$9710291213@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Shelby Bush Subject: Celestial Repost: Tom Bombadil's "REDEYE" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3456A90C.894AAE2F@iglou.com> Author's notes: Hello all. I've just finished reading all (almost all?) of Deirdre's writings (156 stories). I think I've gone into withdrawals. For some reason, I wanted more. More! MORE! And there aren't any! So I'm trying to write some. Panties was first. Too long for a real Deirdre. It was more than twice as long as her longest. Chosen was next. The consentual angle isn't right, and it's still too long. Whitewash - I started this as a Deirdre style story but, within two dozen lines, the characters had taken over completely! Far too long for a Deirdre, so now its my entry into Celeste's writing contest! Redeye - included here. Nope. Very short, hot, but not a Deirdre. Bench - Maybe. Very short, a little too dreamlike, but maybe close enough. Piano - Closer. Probably more of a Paladin than a Deirdre. Deck - By Jove, I think I've got it! [All of these stories can be found at this web address: http://members.iglou.com/stbush/stories.html -The Editor] Maybe someday I'll get it right. The stories are good, regardless, even though Piano doesn't have any real sex in it. Deck certainly makes up for that shortage. Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned. I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story. (This header is actually longer than the story!) ******************************************************************** Redeye Short (very short) story #8 By Tom Bombadil (c) Dec 1996 A hand on my thigh woke me. It was under my blanket, under my dress, and making its way up to my pantiless crotch. I kept my eyes closed, and gave a slight smile. We were on a redeye flight from L.A. to N.Y.C. I had the window seat. My husband had the aisle seat, right beside me. He was obviously still feeling frisky. His hand quickly reached its goal, and began playing. I was already moist from his previous exploits. Then, for the first time in our year of marriage, his hand found *the spot*. I wanted to scream my pleasure, but couldn't! I wanted to shout "Yes! There! Yes!" My eyes, and my mouth, stayed tightly closed. Only the faintest of whimpers escaped. Within seconds, I was lost in the most powerful orgasm he'd ever been a part of. It continued until he withdrew his hand. Shaking and trembling in the aftermath, I opened my eyes. My husband was just returning from the washroom. His seat was empty. ******************************************************************** public praise: alt.sex.stories.d email: stbush@iglou.com web page: http://members.iglou.com/stbush/stories.html -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /