Message-ID: <11426eli$9805191148@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {E-t-B}"B----'s Lover"JDR( caution )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6jr8lk$fdi$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming Attractions," which includes the titles to be reposted in the next week. These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way to encourage them to continue entertaining you. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== [No keywords on this, so as not to give away the surprise, but a lot of people may find it disturbing.] Written for Celeste's 500 word story contest, for which it was the lowest rated story of those entered: 8 7 7 (CR 191). Which is better than I expected for trying this. Free for unmodified, free electronic distribution. ===================== B----'s Lover a 400 word story by Eli-the-Bearded I combed her hair, that beautiful yellow mane, for her. Every woman should have a lover or, if poor in love, a servant to help her keep up appearances. My beloved is, rightly so, proud of her long locks. Exquisite color and long enough to obscure the small of her back. I combed it carefully to keep it pretty. When I finished the combing I plaited her hair because I find that so alluring. She was getting cold so I helped nearer the fire. In the flickering light the unfortunate bruises became visible. I massaged her neck to help and then applied some makeup to conceal her frailty. It made her happy, which is all that matters, really. And then sitting beside her, I put my arm around her and pulled her close, tilted her head to lean on my shoulder. As good as married we sat before the crackling poplar listening to the eve's birds. I whispered sweet nothings to my love. I told her of the joy I feel whenever I chance to see her cheeks flushed. I described the simple pleasure her coy glances could give. I confessed desires to ravish her soft flesh. She sat silent smiling and I knew her thoughts. I kissed her then, sucked her pale lips, and met her tongue with mine. She fell back upon the cushion, her bosom bouncing softly with the impact. I put my hand upon her breast and squeezed it fondly. I leaned over and kissed her lips again, and then her chin, and then her neck, and then her collar and then her cleavage still warmed from the fire. I looked into her eyes and smiled back, then pushed up her skirt and petticoats. I ran my hand up her leg, my touch briefly warming it. I loosened my doublet and lowered my breeches and smiling once more at the twinkle in her eyes proceeded to consummate my love for her. No pain felt she, I am quite sure she felt no pain. The fire crackles yet and lie beside my my fair love, holding her close. This night will be long and cold and many more will follow. But I have my love and she has me and that shall make it all worthwhile. My lovely Porphyria, cold and helpless; she is lucky to have me to love and cherish her for all my life. Elijah ------ okay, it's not "My Last Dutchess" but it is a Robert Browning poem ===================== B----'s Lover a 400 word story by Eli-the-Bearded -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----