Message-ID: <13469eli$9807300148@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: {ASSM} Story: Nothing Else Matters - nothing else matters.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl6sp$a4d$11@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not gain a profit from my work, and all due credit is given to the author: me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nothing Else Matters By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) Books. Pen. Paper. Numbers. Money. None of these matter. I was once a man, but that doesn't matter. I could have ruled the Universe, but that doesn't matter. I lost the only thing in my life I cared about. She was all that mattered. I could have gone without breathing if it meant holding her in my arms. She was more beautiful that the morning rays cascading through stained glass windows. it took seeing her in the arms of another man to open my eyes, and now that I can see, I wish I was blind. She was kind. When I needed an ear to hear my bitching, she offered hers. When my back ached from a hard day of work, she was there to take away the pain. Every day I rose with her in my arms was another day to thank God. I lived because of her. I loved because of her. I was human because of her. And I threw it all away. Why doesn't matter. I did. No one need know the truth of the matter, and I will die with that knowledge locked away in my decaying brain. I may well get rich beyond my dreams. I may own several houses and enough cars to stage my own stock car race. None of that matters. When she needed someone I was out. When her face was stained with tears, I wouldn't even bother to get a tissue to dry them. All I offered her was pain. Even when we had sex, it was she who gave. She gave me tender touches and gentle kisses. I gave her a hard dick and a sleeping body. I sucked on a tit. She kissed away my pain. I fingered her cunt. She held my manhood with a caring hand. I sucked at her clit. She gave me pleasure. I threw it all away. Nothing else matters. Now I spend my nights alone. Even when there is another body next to mine, I am alone. They don't matter. I don't matter. The only thing that matters is now dead. That is all that matters. (dez187lm@hotmail.com) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----