Message-ID: <18387eli$9901211748@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tiramixu@my-dejanews.com Subject: {assm} Kind of Blue by Tiramisu. <*> 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: <747ofp$9ri$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. Please do not repost or archive without permission. Permission is grnated to archive in ass and assm only. Kind of Blue Naked, I climbed into bed, Miles Davis CD softly playing in the background. Kind of Blue. I took my red silk tie, and tied the thin end to my right wrist. I tied the other end to the bed post, remembering what you said you wanted to do to me. The feeling of silk on my wrist was erotic. I felt my body respond. I slid to the middle of the king sized bed, naked on top of the sheets. My arm was stretched above my head. I wanted you to be here, to tie the other wrist, so I was fully stretched, unable to move to either side, totally exposed, completely yours. In my mind you were, and I was. I closed my eyes and thought about what you had said. I took the middle finger of my left hand, and wet it in my mouth. I ran the wet finger over my nipples, imagining your tongue, hot, wet, silky. Your tongue moved lower, teasing me, touching me. I was very aroused. I didn't come. Not without you. Not unless you told me to. Finally, I fell asleep, wondering what else you would do to me. Copyright 1998 Tiramisu -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----