Message-ID: <21912asstr$945695400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: From: elf_11 Reply-To: elf_11@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} (elf-11) You too, Kay? (older F, younger M, rom, love, poetry, Y2K) MIME-Version: 1.0 Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 08:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Do not read this if you are not allowed to do so. If you are unsure if you are allowed to read stories involving sex between adults delete it now. I wrote this; the story is mine; so please do not place this on a web- site, re-post it to a newsgroup, bulletin-board, etc. or otherwise copy it without prior permission from me. I have no objection to the archiving of this article as any other Usenet posting might be (e.g. Deja or any other news group archive) and you are welcome to keep a copy for your own enjoyment - or even for the enjoyment of yourself and a friend or partner :) I specifically forbid any use of this story for anyone's profit (yes, I mean money) except my own. To make that clear: if you expect to make money from this story that money belongs to me and you should arrange to send it to me before using this story. Comments, whether they be positive or negative, are welcomed. I live in the UK so comments about non-US spelling, terminology, etc. are not appropriate: I speak English -- you speak American (that should cover most comments :) As far as I know all of this tale is true; it isn't my tale though. There is no way for me to know how conventional you, the reader, may be about punctuation and capitalisation in poetry. Sticklers for "proper" writing may dislike this offering, people who like "natural language" may dislike it too, as the language may not be theirs. Nevertheless this offering is made. I don't present this as good poetry (the competition is impossible) just poetry and the last bit isn't poetry at all. I can't help that as it is just the way it happened. Bits in square brackets [...] are where I have changed things to protect people that I care about (yes, that includes myself). +++++++ is this you too, Kay? I heard him say as he flipped through the album that showed my decay from a childhood Mary in pantomime to an ageing mother running out of time I leant on his shoulder and smelt his breath why do old people like me smell of death? the passing years have not been kind but it seemed to me he didn't mind when he passed me another compliance CD and I felt his touch; his youth touched me as the patches were applied I'm afraid I lied you'll have to stay until they're done but it is only a test he protest I did my best to persuade him to test and won him over to stay the pressure was off the tests were done when the tests were done I offered to pay for a meal, in thanks, but heard him say its too late now they'll be closed come home with me my husband's away I'll prepare some food to end our day the house was quiet (our children long gone) he turned on the hi-fi and chose a song as I boiled the pasta and chilled the wine I heard a song I thought my husband's and mine the boy couldn't have known it was special to me a CD of love and first-time memory the pasta was cooked and tossed the pesto was added and I felt lost as he ate with gusto a meal I thought simple and basic, but he said, not bought I'm sorry I've kept you I said with dismay as guilt washed over me my husband was away It's OK You can stay if you want to how many words in a thought or a glance? his fork near his mouth he looked at me askance can't get home now I'll stay if that's OK I think it was then that I realised I'd sin guilt wracked me at the thought I knew that I ought to just give him cab money and send him away but I didn't not on that day I led him to the attic where my son used to sleep it was tidy and clean but we'd turned off the heat if you're cold in the night please let me know I'm in the room immediately below for what felt like an hour I lay awake I love my husband, was I making a mistake? I heard the door creak and opened my eyes he stood there, naked, to my surprise I'm cold he said I lifted the duvet and he crept into our bed he curled up away from me a tight ball of young man my son slept like that a tight young ball of man he shivered I held him he grew warm I rolled over I think I tugged his hip he curled up behind me I think I slept for a while before I felt his erection between by buttocks he wasn't as long or as thick as my husband but the difference was exciting to feel another person holding me [the poetry broke down before here] my husband is a big man not fat like Americans but big you know [elf-11] he's as tall as you and heavier the difference is what I think led to what happened I suppose if I am to be really honest I also thought of my son who is slim and smooth like the boy behind me was my son takes after me rather than [his father] he was gently pushing his penis back and forth between the cheeks of my bum when I lifted my leg a little and pulled his penis between my legs a moment later he entered me he (I mean his penis) was smaller than [my husband] but his thinness was different and exciting it is hard to describe but the different feeling was lovely [my husband's] penis feels like a brick inside me, big, solid and reliable; known I suppose and loved I now realise the boy's penis was like a wand or candle, thin, smooth and slippery although looking back I think the slippery part was more me than him like my husband (and unlike you all those years ago) I knew when he was about to ejaculate and pulled him out of me and held him between my hands and against my sex and let him come that way, I couldn't take the chance of getting pregnant, even at my age. You know [my husband] has had the snip now that I think about it I was just testing my love for my husband does that sound odd? I know you want to send this to that story list and I trust you to change the bits that might identify me I'm sorry I couldn't keep the poetry bit going I just don't have the time right now you were right about it being a release to write about it we will see you and [my partner] on Boxing Day the kids have grown up a lot in the last year but they insist that Boxing Day without a game of Twister isn't an option Except now they want an hour or two in the pub before playing Twister I hope you can use this in your project You're a strange man but I love you and know that [my husband] loves you too guess what the photo was that started me off? It is that picture of you, me, [my husband] and [my sister] at Gulu. I almost pissed myself laughing when I remembered you and [my husband] asking me to give head after [my sister] had done you both. you too, Kay? you both asked as if I'd be as compliant as [my sister] [elf-11] it has been good talking to you about this and I know that when I tell [my husband] he'll want to talk to you to. Love, Kay -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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