Message-ID: <14433eli$9808151854@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mike Medina Subject: Re: My new Vid for FREE! Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,misc.test,news.test Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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: <35D2CCD7.AD931B7A@hotmail.com> AMY IN ACTION FRIDAY, DECEMBER 12TH Simon lies in bed, staring out the window at the moon, listening to the heavy rain falling outside. Amy lies in his arms, her deep, slow breathing telling him it's a peaceful sleep. Simon is never at peace; the nowledge that gives him power over others also makes him something of an insomniac. The wheels are always turning, as they say, and lately he's been up at night thinking about his situation. He's a man who has everything; money, fame, power, and beautiful women and men beating on the door desperately hoping for admittance to his secret universe. Still, all is not well. His attempt to bring a little "street credibility" to Dadahouse led to the introduction of Billy, the rather uncouth young man whose main abilities seem to be running up long-distance telephone calls and missing the toilet. The women, the fantasy, the art... well, he's grown restless, looking for excitement. As if to finish the thought, Simon's window shatters with a loud crash, A large rock landing on the floor. Amy wakes with a start but before she can say anything Simon gently "shhsh"'s her. In through the indow comes Barbara, still in the leathe miniskirt and black bra outfit he'd last seen her in a week earlier - when she'd disappeared into the photograph they'd premiered at a Soho gallery. Covered in mud, her hair matted to her face, the lady looks unhappy. She straightens up. "Simon, we've got to talk. I received a message from the other side." "Now, Barbara, I know you're upset..." "Upset!?! I-" "Geez, Barbara," Amy interjects, "you're a mess." Barbara takes a look at herself. While she has pressing matters to attend to with Simon, it's always been important toher to look good. She bursts out crying, an nleashing of the nervous energy she's been living off the last few days. "Amy," Simon says, "run Barbara a bath." Barbara sits in the milky, soothing suds of the warm bubble bath Amy's run for her. Amy kneels next to the tub, caressing Barbara's back and shoulders with a large sponge. "I was in this alternate universe with big threatening hobby-horses who told me what we're doing here is dangerous!" Amy smiles and gives Barbara a little kiss on her shoulder blade. "I know - we've had poetry-spouting ghosts and self-creating paintings popping up here, too. It's like a theme park!" Amy has a knack of making everything sound like good news. "So just relax tonight, Barbara," Amy whispers, "and worry tomorrow about your big horsies." Amy has learned from Bella that actions speak louder than words, so she leans in and starts kissing Barbara's neck and ear, while leading the sponge around to Barbara's breasts. Barbara's flesh is receptive to her gentle touch, and they beginto kiss wildly. Amy climbs into the tub, crouching over Barbara, but before she can settle in Barbara buries her face between Amy's thighs, wildly working her tongue, her nimble hands directing Amy's hips in whatever direction promises supreme sensation. Amy shudders and moans, then pulls Barbara up by her hair so that they're standing face to face. Amy kisses her tenderly, her hands now grasping Barbara's buttocks. Barbara's chin collapses to Amy's shoulder, her body straining towards Amy, begging without words for Amy to take hold and do as she pleases. Simon watches from his private control room. It is rare that Amy's art doesn't leave him exhausted and feeling privileged to witness, and this is no exception. Barbara, whose need to dominate and need for distance is equaled only by his own, has just submitted fully for the first time in her life. And, as Simon expected, it has been to Amy, the one woman who also brings him to his knees. He laughs to himself, thinking that Amy's good-natured resilience and what-the-hey attitude will be the ultimate destruction of them all. Erin@epfxyljwt.org wrote: > http://209.113.240.69/n/freexxx/ > > -------------------------------------------------- > Briedbart Index - akcjxcbivtustvfijsguch > -------------------------------------------------- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----