Message-ID: <13282eli$9807221221@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASS/M} New: Thunder Ridge (MF, cons, light bond, outdoors, rain) 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: <19980722041026.10051.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> Since I don't have anything new to post this week, I've decided to continue along and technically repost yet another of my pieces from four years ago, though it is exceptionally unlikely that anyone around here has ever seen it. It is along the same lines as 'Heat', containing male/female consensual light bondage outside of a bedroom setting. It is far less polished than my current works, but some people were interested in my earlier writings. This story is actually more of an image or verbal snapshot, if you will. You know what to do if you are a minor or don't like anything to do with bondage. It is pretty simple to erase files. For the curious, this was originally posted back in 1994 under the name RedDragon. I've only cleaned up a couple of glaring technical errors in it. For the most part it is as it was posted four years ago. This story may be archived as long as there is no charge for access to it. For details or questions please contact the author. All characters are fictional. Any resemblances are coincidental. Any comments will be welcomed at dcrimson@yahoo.com - Crimson Thunder Ridge [ MF, cons, light bond, outdoors, rain ] (c) 1994 (originally posted under the name RedDragon) By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) They came here to find themselves. It had been her suggestion to come. She needed the freedom; the comfort. Her week had been unusually stressful. Pressure, deadlines, headaches. All of her thoughts had centered on Thunder Ridge for the last few days. She had finally asked him yesterday. The ride up had been uneventful, though they both knew what was ahead. Surprisingly quiet. She let her long hair blow in the wind of the open window and watched the countryside silently brooding. The sky was the colour of gray charcoal. Farms and the smell of the fields. He drove silently leaving her to her thoughts. He knew she needed her time; her space. The scenery had abruptly changed from flat farmland to hillscape as though the land had heaved in anger in the distant reaches of time. They had wound around the hills finally arriving near the peak. She had breathed in deeply as she exited the car feeling the wonderfully clear, crisp air fill her lungs. The smell of pine needles had begun to drive away the demons of the week. For the first time in a long time she had smiled. Watching her, he had sensed the pleasure she had experienced. He, too, had smiled. They had gathered up the preparations and hiked. The forest sounds abruptly ceased with their passage; only to begin again as they had passed. She felt alive and free. They reached their final destination. Thunder Ridge. Though she had been here before, the breathtaking view again stunned her. At the top of the ridge, the land dropped away to a sea of green pine two hundred feet below. Forest stretched out as far as the eye could see. She stood unmoving for a few minutes, then slowly turned to him. They embraced at the edge of the ridge. He kissed her gently on the tip of the nose. Moving apart, she looked at him questioningly. He nodded and bent to the bag lying at his feet rummaging for the equipment. She stepped away from the edge of the cliff slowly lifting her sweatshirt over her head. Kneeling, he watched as she shed her clothing dropping each piece to the pine needles under her feet. Quickly, she was nude, standing barefoot in the pine needles. She looked at him with a naughty look on her face. Smiling, she bent to her scattered clothing and gathered it up. She stepped towards the cliff and nonchalantly dropped them over the edge. She was committed now. She held her hands out to him, beckoning him with her look. He stood with her cuffs in his hands. She shivered slightly as the padded leather encircled her wrists. He bent down and attached the second set to her bare ankles. Rising, he led her to the tall post that they had erected here many years ago, when she had first explained her unique form of relaxation. Just a simple hook at just the right height and a pole. She raised her arms as he reached up and attached the leather cuffs to the hook comfortably above her head. She pulled experimentally against the bonds finding no looseness. She sighed as she relaxed into his control. With a piece of cord he attached her ankles to the base of the pole. She tested the restraint on her ankles; again finding no weakness. She surrendered automatically to the helplessness, the vulnerability. She trusted him as she trusted herself; they were in love. He kissed her again. Then he pulled away, she trying to follow but stopped short by her restraint. His fingers lingered teasingly over her exposed breasts, trailing down her side and thighs, sending irresistible shivers up and down her spine. She moaned softly into the unhearing forest. He pulled back and looked at her and felt the familiar stirring of desire. But she needed her time and space. Time for his needs later. He turned his back and walked away heading back the way they had come. Many times they had done this; she understood that he would be back, after he had relaxed in his fashion -- walking alone in the woods. She idly wondered how long before he would return. Her helplessness washed over her. She wasn't afraid of being discovered, but if something happened? Familiar panic rose in her mind setting off a bout of futile struggling. She considered screaming for him to come back. Let her loose. She mentally slapped her face. She struggled for control. This is what she wanted; needed. Time alone. Time to consider herself. She had no control, she could only relax in her bonds until she was released. Enjoy the view, the sensations of the forest. Lose herself. She became acutely aware of her surroundings. Even though she had been here many times before in the same situation, she still felt like a child experiencing everything for the first time. She felt the stirring of the wind against her bare skin. Cooling her bare breasts, stirring between her legs. Moving her long hair about her shoulders. She shook her head to free her mane from behind her back and the pole. She could hear the chipmunks scampering through the pine needles behind her, birds singing their melodies in the peaks of the trees above. The view off the ridge. The forest of green, the churning clouds above flowing fast, free, and tumbling through the sky. The pine needles below the soles of her feet. The clean smell of the forest assaulting her sensitive nostrils. Such simplicity, washing away the complexity of life. She was helpless but to absorb it. She sighed, contented. She rested her head back against the supporting post, feeling the roughness of the wood at her bare back. She closed her eyes, absorbing the other senses. She slipped unknowingly into a light sleep. She awoke startled and disoriented when something dropped on her face lightly. More drops hit her face as she tried to move. After pulling at her hands she remembered where she was, the post, the bonds, Thunder Ridge. She slowly realized it was lightly raining and the cool drops were hitting her upturned face. She saw a flash of lightning in the distance and the ominous roll of thunder rolled over her a few moments later. The wind had died, leaving behind an eerie still. She became aware of the smell of new rain in the forest. She breathed in heavily taking in this new sensation. She had never been here in the rain before. She reveled in the cool water sliding slowly down her bare body, coating her skin in a wet glaze. She could her the droplets falling through the still trees, hitting the forest floor. Idly she wondered where he was. Smiling, she wondered if he was getting wet. She didn't have a choice, stuck as she was. The rain began to fall in earnest, slicking down her hair and soaking her body. She laughed and tilted her head upwards to feel the rain against her face. Opening her mouth to trap the precious water. He wandered back to catch her playing like a child, trying to catch the rain. He smiled, no wonder he loved her. He stood in the rain, his clothes plastered against his skin and watched her against the pole. Still over all these years she hadn't outgrown the child trapped in her. He waited until she finally lowered her head and opened her eyes. They shone as she realized he was there, watching her. She smiled at him as he stepped over to the post and quickly released her ankles from the base. Reaching up, he released her wrists from the hook. She danced away from the wood that had imprisoned her for the last few hours and turned slowly in the rain, face again uplifted, arms outstretched. He couldn't help but admire the simple beauty of her. Her freedom, her innocence. She ran up to him and embraced. Kissing him, pressing her bare wet body to his soaked clothes. She was free of her demons. They walked hand in hand through the forest and the rain. She absorbed the last sensations of the place, the rain against her skin, the wet pine needles below her bare feet. Her hand in his. As they reached the car, she shivered slightly. Once in the car, she curled up like a kitten, her head cradled in his wet lap, her wet hair spread out over the seat and his legs. She wrapped her nudity up in the blanket, murmuring softly to herself. She purred once and slept the entire way home. Finally it 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 | ----