Message-ID: <24033asstr$957762606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000508032657.36902.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Barbara B" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Another (Chap 1)(M/F) Date: Mon, 8 May 2000 01:10:07 -0400 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, gill-bates This is a new story, property of me, Babs B. Please do not post it anywhere, even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach: Babs42ne@hotmail.com ANOTHER Chapter One: The ad He: "I've set up screen name and placed an ad for a partner for us." She: "What? You really did it?" << She's beginning to get nervous >> He: "Yep. Figured it was time. It's all so anonymous and we can just see what kind of response we get. We can always just cancel out." She: "Well, don't you think we should have discussed it a little more?" << She always asks lots of questions when she's feeling unsure >> He: "Darlin' we've been discussing this for months. We don't have to do it. I just got tired of the endless conversation and on an impulse wrote the notice. I'll go cancel the ad." She: "No, wait a minute." << There must be some part of her that wants this or else she would have told him to go ahead and cancel >> "What does the ad say?" He: "Why don't you just go call it up and read it for yourself." Just like him -- she thinks. Won't give her a straight answer. Why does he want this, she ponders? Why would he want her to do this? When it's his laugh and his voice she wants to hear. When it's his hands she wants moving over her body. When it's his mouth she wants on hers and his tongue licking her. Those are the thoughts in the top of her mind. The rational ones. The ones that are supposed to make us human. But -- when she's quiet and still -- she can go into another part of her brain -- a deeper, more primitive part. A part from the evolutionary past. The part that she sometimes slips into in the heat of passion. The part that gives way to her animal instincts to mate. She remembers the times when her pussy has been wet and swollen -- full of his cum -- but still wanting more. He has never left her unsatisfied -- using his hands and mouth or a toy to satiate her. But a part of her wants him to do her again -- then -- immediately -- she being so ready for a hard cock, any cock, to pump her anew, filling her even more full of the nectar of life. Would another man appease that longing? She remembers the times when she's looked at a beautiful woman's breasts and felt a twinge wondering what it would be like to be with her -- to nestle into those nurturing orbs to suckle and play. What it would be like to have another woman licking her clit and tasting her juices? It's those times -- when she's in her primal brain -- the universal unconscious -- when she can imagine a time when the bull and the goddess and the snake were positive, fertile forces for good -- not horrid symbols to be banished to the underworld of Evil. She can remember a time before the rise of the patriarchal religions. A time when the creative wisdom of Hera, Lilith, Ishtar, Sekmet, Bridgit, Shiva, and Durga revealed how to live in harmony. A time when God was a woman. A time when women's carnal energy was to be revered and worshipped -- not controlled, contained and confined. Some men know about this time -- in their heads, in their hearts. They know that a woman experiencing and exercising her power can bring them to heights they hadn't even dreamed about. Once a man has let himself venture into this happening -- once he has relaxed his need to be omnipotent -- once he has tasted of the forbidden fruits of a woman's unbridled sexuality -- then he KNOWS. Those men who fear this place feel threatened and inadequate and from their panic they build restraints to harness women. Their need to hold dominion over women -- to exercise some kind of authority -- obscures the magnificence before them. Some women have been taught to fear their own power and they have learned those lessons too well, never even approaching their potential. Those men and women who can comprehend the wisdom of the female, while not deifying femininity, are the men and women who can hold the images of the past and the possibility of a new age at the same time, and they are not afraid. She has witnessed them growing up together, doing their dance of learning how to be one. Like many relationships theirs had a simple enough beginning with her worrying that her body was not attractive enough, or some such nonsense, and him thinking, "Oh, boy, I'm going to get laid. YES!!" But like all good relationships the whole has become more than the sum of the parts as she migrated toward his end of the continuum and he moved closer to hers. Both of them getting more than they had bargained for. Both of them daring to stretch. Now he is ready to move their alliance to a new space. Is she surprised that he is the one guiding them into these uncharted waters? No, not really. He has almost always been the more adventurous one -- at least initially -- leading them into new territory, new growth -- his fearless quests opening doors to new summits with her as his partner. The question could more accurately be stated as is she willing to be by his side? These are the thoughts and emotions that are surging through her veins and brain -- creating for her a visceral experience of this moment in their lives together. They are at a crossroads. This she fathoms and a verse she had to learn by heart in her youth wanders into her memory. "I shall be telling this with a sigh// Somewhere ages and ages hence:// Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --// I took the one less traveled by,// And that has made all the difference." And she repeats the last line, "And that has made all the difference." And she wonders what she will be saying someday with a sigh, sitting in her rocking chair on the porch reminiscing. He, as is his natural way, has left the choice up to her, somehow grasping that if she will only go there she will birth them into a space far greater than his imagination can behold. Is she ready? She's not sure, but she moves to the computer. Then she hesitates. Minutes pass. Slowly she types in the screen name he has set up. She pauses -- for a long, long time -- breathing slowly, deeply. She turns to move away. Then she thinks, "It can't hurt just to look." Her fingers carefully move over the keys spelling out the password ... and she hits . To be continued..... ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+