Message-ID: <25414asstr$964185004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "seanfarragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Angela Fucks the Gladiator MMF Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 09:10:04 -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, apuleius, IceAltar From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only. Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher 0982Xjhw0314XLaurie.htm Angela's Note Book April 10, 1992, Midnight The last night Henry saw Laurie alive She told him a simple story about death that turned him on. "Imagine you were at the Circus Maximus in Rome. It is the year 100 AD. The enemy is out there," Laurie said, pointing to no particular place. "No, the enemy is inside," turning her extended arm and finger so it pointed inward. Henry watched Laurie dance her story, moving with her in every phrase. As Laurie spun her tale, Henry played with her nipples holding both of her breasts from the back, allowing his hands to cup her, letting her tits overfill him. "No stop," Laurie said, and Henry laughed. "Imagine the warrior is a woman, and not a brute of a man. She is beautiful, six foot tall, auburn hair, gentle breasts, and a wicket grin." "You mean Myrna Loy," Henry mocked. "No, she was a brunette. I mean me and you know it. . . . Stop it," Laurie said, but did nothing to actually stop Henry from feeling her tits up, rubbing them completely and then licking their tips, making them shine in a bright kitchen light. Laurie pushed Henry closer not further away. He leaned in, turned on her and began to nibble biting harder as she pushed his head into her chest. While Henry sucked, licked and tickled, Laurie improvised playing the vamp as an Amazon. Laurie made herself the star. This time there was no Myrna Loy. She was any Titan hair B movie star pin up pasted to garage walls, with fresh pointed tits and an air brushed cunt. "Imagine, I have drawn my weapon," Laurie continued. "Who is she? Will she deny you pleasure? Steal you from me tonight? Am I prepared for war. Is sex war? Can I feel that heat when I kill, when I die, when I come? If I resurrect will I still wear his cock pulled up inside, plucked from him by Zeus. Will my cunt stay full? Will I bleed? Will I find that elusive orgasm that comes with death as I am riddled with spears on the barren floor of the Greek theater with a stone throw of the Acropolis. I adore him, Laurie thought running down the pages of this monologue. I remember how he said, deep in his throat. "I love the fill of my cock and your cunt as you walk away after fucking. When we are done, I want to raise havoc, untie the skin of light that covers the places we have been," Henry said. "Yes, I remember every word," Laurie said, "I will speak to an empty stage knowing I have no life, no death left to rise within and overcome." "I want to take you every where I have known, Henry said that last night. "I wrote it down by memory while I was captive." "I want to watch you in the present," and past of all light. Every day I have lived, I want you there. Do you want the same? Can you breathe it?" INTERLUDE At his birthday last May, when he turned 50, one of the dancer at the Gables Pub, came on to Henry. He was almost drunk, sloshed. Aaron was feeding him vodka neat, and Angela was flashing him with her pussy. The tall Russian dancer told Henry you hardly look thirty-five let alone fifty. In my country, a man is not ready until he is at least forty-five. Stop mourning for a dead woman, when I am here and alive. Angela put her hand on top of the girl's, and said. Look my husband is his lover. What do you think you can give him that my Aaron cannot. The Russian laughed, knowing Angela was full of shit. "I knew your girlfriend," she said, leaning over to show her tits, resting her hand on Henry's thigh. "She fucked every dick in the room for three years, and after she sucked them and you, she would suck cunt. Laurie is gone, and I am here." Henry laughed at her and told her Laurie was very much there, but thank you, no thank you. Angela smiled at Henry, leaned into him, and said, no matter what happens tonight you will have my mouth on your cock. Aaron watched the Russian girl dance. He turned to Angela and said, "did you know she is only 22. Love to paint while she is in the room." "You mean dear husband, you would like to fuck her. I can arrange it, you know. She thinks you're handsome. She couldn't keep her eyes off your hands and mouth. We can both have her." Aaron kissed Angela, gently, and put his hand on Henry's forearm, and said, simply, "we miss her too much." "She is not gone Henry," Angela said, "She lives. I can feel it." Henry Contemplates Laurie With hope diminished. Henry, Angela and Aaron realized the world didn't care if Laurie were alive or dead. "Why the fuck do we sit here and contemplate oblivion when we just don't know. Besides, why should the world care," Angela laughed out loud at Henry. "You are naive. She was just another cunt in a sea of cunts. No one would notice her no matter how beautiful, no matter how good her poetry. She was used up in their minds. She did drugs. She sucked dick for cash. Angela got angry. Not at Henry or Aaron, but generally. Kicking over a stool, she said, "Let's get the fuck out of there. Yes, I am terribly right about this. Doesn't matter if she is alive or dead. The rest of the world has already buried her. They just imagine her dead. We have to turn them and keep her alive, imagine her breathing, fucking us, making love, and coming as she does with a final grunt." More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/ Sean Farragher Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com TxM6 Sites: http://www.taximurders.com http://www.taximurders.com/enfer http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming) -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+