Message-ID: <12883eli$9807091914@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASS/M} New: Heat (MF, cons, outdoors, light bond) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19980709030225.13532.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> This posting is a little different. I wrote this piece about four years ago and it was posted to the 'net at that time under the name reddragon. Some people have expressed interest in reading older writings that I produced. I recently ran across "Heat" on my hard drive and since I don't have anything I'm ready to post this week, I decided, against my better judgement, to subject you to this instead. Technically it is a repost, not a new story. But I figure that anyone who actually remembers the original posting deserves a medal. So I marked it as new. This story contains erotic situations outside of the normal bedroom settings. It also contains descriptions of light bondage. I should warn you that there isn't a lot of explicit sex. If you are looking for that, there are tons of stories out there that can provide it. This isn't one of them. If you are easily offended by stories that have erotic content or any of the above situations, then I'd advise you to avoid this one. I would also ask that minors not read this story either. Any resemblance between anyone and the characters described here is a weird co-incidence. Same goes for the setting. This story is a little less polished than my previous offerings, it hasn't been proof-read and it was written a long time ago (as far as I'm concerned anyway). It is also shorter than my other short stories that you may have seen, and is really more of a glimpse into life than a true story. I subject you to it as is. I hope that you can enjoy it despite all that. This story may be archived as long as access to it is completely free of charge and it is not changed in any way. Any comments will be welcomed at dcrimson@yahoo.com - crimson Heat [MF, cons, light bond, outdoors] (C) 1994 By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) (formerly posted under the name reddragon) Even the ever present mosquitoes were silent. The sun beat down relentlessly. Mist slowly rose from the still pond; the branches of the surrounding glades had not even a hint of movement. The crystal blue of the sky above only broken by the blazing ball of heat. She gazed out the window, glad for the relief of the air conditioning. She could hear the whine of the cicadas as they called out in protest in the overpowering heat. Elvis singing his Memphis blues softly behind her. She slowly ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. She didn't really want to go out. But she needed to. As she stepped out onto the rough wooden porch, the whine of the insects sharpened. Immediately, sweat sprang to the surface of her exposed body. She had dropped her clothing at the window as though it were simply a burden. She reveled in the heat; let herself loose to the sensations. The rough boards under her bare soles. The oppressive heat soaking into her flesh. The smell of the pond, the grass, the glades. She shook her hair free and stepped through the screened doorway and descended the steps to the manicured grass below. She felt free, like a child. She had shed her clothes, the comfort of the house; she wanted her freedom. The blades of grass beneath her feet, the humidity in the hot air. She took a deep breath and ran beneath the boughs of the glades along the lawn towards the pond laughing at her freedom, arms outstretched, legs pumping. As she paused by the dock, she marveled at the simplicity of it. The heat, the stillness, the smell of summer. She lightly stepped onto the boards of the dock, and her splash broke the still of the afternoon. She dove long under the water, breaking the surface with a gasp. She floated, her hair fanned out in the quiet clear water. Cool. Refreshing. Clean. Looking up, she saw him. Casually walking down from the side of the house, watching her with a small smile on his face. She smiled back to him, and stroked towards the deck. She climbed out and stretched out on the dock letting the sun dry her body. She waiting for him. He knelt down on the dock by her head. His eyes roamed up her body; her face and body wet and heaving with her exertion. Finally his eyes rested on her face. She had not asked him, but he knew as soon as he had seen her running to the pond. He was prepared for her question. As she started to speak, he pressed his finger gently to her lips. He raised his eyebrows and merely asked, "How long?" She whispered, only an hour or two if he would bring her water and check on her. He nodded. She rolled over onto her stomach, feeling the roughness of the dock beneath her bare breasts and thighs. Raised herself to her hands and knees, finally rising to her bare feet. They walked hand in hand towards the nearest cypress. It was a large tree, its branches forming a canopy, a shield from the overpowering sun. As they reached it, she sank to her knees on the grass. The shade of the huge tree gave only partial relief from the heat. The grass felt warm under her calves. She held her hands up as if in supplication and her eyes lowered to the green grass. "You sure?" he asked. She nodded. Prepared, he produced some rough cord from his back pocket and wrapped her wrists gently in the cords. She tested the bonds, realizing that they would not slip. She shivered despite the overpowering heat. She stood up, allowing him to attach her wrists to a perfect branch just above her head. Knowing she would be needing some water soon, he turned to go. She called him softly. Murmured that she would like her feet done too. Shaking his head, he knelt and quickly lashed her bare ankles together. Not too tight, for she wanted to stay there for a while. She tested the new bonds by pulling at her feet. She wasn't going anywhere real fast. This time as he turned to go, she let him. She tested the bonds until he returned with a glass of water with ice. He ran the glass over her forehead, cooling her. Smiling, he lowered the glass, and ran the cold surface over her bare breasts and nipples. Crying out softly, she tried to twist away. Unable to twist far enough to escape him, her breath hitched as he only teased her with the icy touch and brought the rim of the glass to her lips. She drank quickly. The tip of her tongue emerged and deliberately licked the remaining water from her lips. He sat on the grass beside her and realized the simple beauty of the day. The stillness, the heat. He could see why she was out here but he would never fully understand her. What did she get out of this? Tied to a tree, on a day like this? He shook his head. Strange. But it made her happy. He knew he loved her. He would do anything for her. He stood and walked over to her. Taking her head gently in his hands, he kissed her on the lips. She responded feeling the roughness of his clothing on her bare skin. The feeling of control, despite not being able to move her arms and legs, was strangely reassuring. He broke the kiss and slowly turned away. She wanted more, but was unwilling to break the still to ask for it. Unable to follow, she turned her head to watch him return to the house. She relaxed in her bonds. Her sensations tuned to everything around her. If she really strained she could even hear Elvis from the house through the steady drone of the cicadas. Maybe he had turned up the stereo a little. The frogs whined in the still air. She could smell the water so close. She could nearly feel the water rising up on her naked body as she imagined the freedom of swimming. She couldn't return to the pond, but she didn't regret it. Peace washed over her as she closed her eyes and waited. She didn't remember sleeping, but she remembered dreams of far off lands and heat. Heat. The day had gotten even warmer. She was glad she had chosen a prison in the shade. She needed a sunburn like she needed another commitment. She heard the screen door close and heard footsteps coming down from the house. She turned her head and watched as he moved across the lawn carrying two glasses of iced tea. She pulled weakly at her ropes to relieve a cramp. He set the glasses on the grass and slowly ran his hands down her back. Gently kneading out the stiffness and soreness of staying in the same position so long. His hands strayed around front, gently brushing her bare breasts and lightly stroking the nipples. She felt herself responding immediately to the touch, lightly gasping. His hands strayed down her front tickling her stomach. And lightly stroking between her legs. She wished that she could return the favour, but she wasn't about to allow herself to be released yet. She got these ropes so seldom, that she just had to enjoy it while she could. His hands left her, leaving her flustered and sweating even more. He raised the glass to her lips, insisting that she drink. She sipped the tea gratefully; she had no idea that she was as thirsty as she was. He kissed her again. Pulled back and looked into her pretty face. "Sure you don't want out?" She shook her head and pulled at her wrists, frustrated at her inability to reach him. He turned away once more, retiring to the house to watch her from the window. She might enjoy the sensations of the bondage, but there was no way in hell, that he was going to leave her alone out here. Naked, vulnerable. He could be at her side in seconds if required. But she knew her limits, her desires. She wouldn't need him. She just wanted to be alone. With herself. To where she retreated while she was out there, was beyond his comprehension. All he knew was that she needed it. She needed this once in a while, as an addict needs his fix. As the bird needs its nest. As everyone needs someone to love. She stood quietly, at peace. He envied her that and wished it was as simple for himself. Did she love him? As he loved her? He wasn't sure. She was lost again. She wasn't tied to the large cypress any longer. She was free. Exploring herself, her thoughts, her being. She didn't quite understand this facet of her life. She knew that he couldn’t hope to understand. But at least he didn't look at her like a leper when she had first explained this aspect of her life. This was her escape. She knew that it wasn't wrong. She lost herself again into her dreams. This time, he had to wake her. She pulled herself up using the cords on her wrists. She grimaced a bit at the pain in her hands. They had fallen asleep. He pressed a glass of cool water to her lips. When she was finished, he knelt down and released her ankles from their prison. She realized the freedom and shook out each leg until the circulation was fully restored to her bare feet. Her reached up and released her wrists from the branch. Almost a ritual, she knelt in the grass and offered her hands up to him, eyes downcast. He quickly removed the cord from about her wrists and kissed the back of her hands. She rose to her feet and shook her hands out restoring their circulation as she had for her feet. She cried out softly as the pins and needles attacked her hands. Hearing the cry and sympathizing with the pain, he wrapped his arm about her shoulders and held her. She murmured something that he couldn't quite hear. After the pain had subsided, they silently joined hands and walked slowly back towards the house. She turned halfway and gazed down to her prison where she had been standing for hours. She could hardly believe that she had done it again. But she felt relaxed now. In control. Herself again. She sat her bare bottom on the grass, pulling at his hand to join her. She looked up into the sky and realized that it was getting darker. The afternoon had turned to early evening. They sat together, her nude, him clothed and watched the sky turn colour. She looked into his eyes realizing that the sun was still setting there, too. Tears began to fall gently from her eyes. Concerned he touched her face brushing the tears from her cheeks. He held her, not fully understanding her but knowing that she needed it. "I love you," she whispered from in his arms. And everything was all right. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----