Message-ID: <22005asstr$946329001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Margie Donnadieu Subject: {ASSM} In the Heart of the Heart of the City (MF anal nc) by Margie Donnadieu Lines: 67 X-Original-Message-ID: <8485un$cgu$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Dec 27 17:05:43 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 16:10:01 -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: Lambchop, dennyw In the Heart of the Heart of the City STREETS: At night, traffic is slow in the Tenderloin. Men stop their cars, roll down their windows. Women without names go to them and exchange money for forgetfulness. Pimps and drug dealers stand hidden in the shadows. Their loneliness is palpable; I know it well. BUILDINGS: New immigrants live here, six people sleeping in one room. Ethnic grocery stores, restaurants, newspaper stands. During the day, children play in front of massage parlors. SEX: The pleasure is cold, impersonal, addictive. Long ago, I stopped asking for their names, but memories of their bodies stay with me for years. The women retreat inside themselves until I'm done using their bodies, yet I can feel their loathing in every embrace. Once, overcome with charity, a woman kissed me on the mouth. STREETS: Broken glass from smashed car windows lie on the sidewalk. Every few minutes, a car alarm starts somewhere. BUILDINGS: The buildings are scarred and mutilated by graffiti, a rite of passage for the young men who live here. I, too, am scarred. WOMEN: Sometimes they were enticed to come here by false promises of employment. Sometimes they pay large sums of money to come here, and sell themselves to pay off their debts. KISSING: I've come in their cunts, in their mouths, in their asses, sometimes without condoms, but kissing is forbidden to me. I've learned to despise kissing, and love. SEX: Sometimes, when the girl is new, I hurt her a little. I like it when she struggles a bit. The pain is honest, genuine, and I feed on it. WOMEN: Once, a girl started talking to my car. Whenever my car made a noise, she said, "Really?" ORGASM: My cock is opening her ass. She's in pain; I can see tears forming in her eyes, a wrinkled frown on her young brow. The head pops in. "Ugh!" she says softly. I slide in further. Her anal muscles feels like a tight noose around my cock. Her hands turn into fists, pound the mattress. "Please, slowly," she says. I ignore her, sink in all the way. She breathes in gasps, her nostrils flare. Suddenly, I pull out. "Ugh!" she says again. Her asshole is open, twitching. I thrust into her again, hard, and this time she grits her teeth and makes a high-pitched sound. Her spit drips out from between her teeth onto the mattress. She reaches behind to try to push me away, but I pin her arms down and continue. She's crying freely now. "Ow! Ow! Ahh!" she says in time with my thrusts. I bite her shoulder. I feel myself come. THE GIRL: Afterwards, I try to hold her, but she pulls away from me, still crying. I insist, and she lets me. -- margie_donnadieu@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/margie_donnadieu/www/ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+