Message-ID: <26334asstr$968929802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000914044723.9598.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} New: Snapshot #26 - Dragonflight (F, Fant) Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 07:10:02 -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, IceAltar Images. They haunt me. And the only way to make them return to the purgatory whence they came is to transfer them to the written word. "Dragonflight" probably means a lot more to me than it will to you. A word of warning: This snapshot is NOT particularly erotic, at least not in the sense of the word as generally used around ASS/M. Despite this, I offer it for those that seem to enjoy this sort of thing. The Snapshot series is a different breed. These are not stories, but rather glimpses into the imagination. These are visual works where plot and character are minimal. While most of the Snapshots contain erotic imagery, they usually don't contain explicit sexuality. Those who might be offended by this, or are below that age where their respective government deems them adult, need not apply. If you are looking for descriptions of hot pumping sex, huge breasts, and even bigger penises, then you are probably in the wrong article. If you fit into these categories, please don't read this writing. I will not be offended in the slightest. I welcome feedback on any of my stories at dcrimson@yahoo.com I ask humbly that you enjoy the musings presented here; however, I would also ask you to respect the copyright of the piece. This work is given freely for the enjoyment of those that wish to read it. My current, and older, writings are available without access restrictions at the addresses noted below. As such, I ask for persons not to redistribute the work without express written consent of the author, Crimson Dragon. The work may not be sold, modified, or used as any endorsement for any commercial endeavour. You may not charge for access to these words. To be clear, this means no redistribution without the consent of Crimson Dragon. That said, if you wish to feature this writing on a free website or repost it, please contact me via e-mail and I'm sure that we can work something out. Now, if anyone is still here, please enjoy. - Crimson http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson ================================================================= Snapshot #26 - Dragonflight [F, fant] ================================================================= (c) September 2000 - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) All Rights Reserved ================================================================= It was a rare Dragon of fiery crimson, its leathery scales reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. Powerful wings, like the fury of Hermes, fought against the turbulence of the skies as it flew swiftly over the moors below. She sat naked upon the coolness of the headstone, waiting, her face uplifted to the scarlet sky. Her deep brown eyes tracked the crimson beast as it crossed in silhouette the glowing disk of the far off star that sat low and heavy on the horizon. Her thin arms wrapped around her knees, hugging her legs to her breasts tightly, warded off the nightchill that was approaching as swiftly as the Dragon. She shivered in spite of herself. ... if you ride upon the Dragon ... Its song touched the fringes of her mind before its features became clear to her eyes. She shivered again, automatically resisting the intrusion of its closeness, its Siren song. But unlike the Harpies of myth, the Dragon exuded its unconscious, soothing song in response to her unease, not to ensnare. She understood the intent somewhere deep in her heart. She abandoned her resistance as swiftly as instinct had produced it. Slowly, she rose to her bare feet to greet the creature, the course grass insistently tickling. She swallowed once, realising that her tongue was dry. She touched her lips gently with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes warily observed as the creature settled in front of her, its expanse nearly as light and delicate as down. It was far larger than the horses to which she was more accustomed. The dragon-song intensified briefly in her mind as she suddenly fought the urge to turn and flee. The Dragon tilted its head to the side in an unexpectedly human gesture, its eyes fascinated by her pale features. The song softly faded from her consciousness; her feet remained stationary. Its gaze held an intelligence as ancient as she was young. Torn between destiny and past, she slowly turned away from the Dragon. The ageless monoliths behind her impassively observed her tiny drama. The headstone, upon which she had perched, regarded her, silently calling out, tugging at her, reminding her of what had been. Slowly, she raised her arms like a future ballerina embracing all of the heavens. She had called the Dragon in this sacred place -- desire, understanding. As she slowly completed her pirouette, her eyes re-captured the creature. Comprehension melded their being. One crimson tear traced down the Dragon's features to drop onto the moor at her bare feet. "Yes," she whispered. ... you can never get off ... As the sun retreated below the horizon, the full moon rose to embrace the night. The Dragon's scales were surprisingly soft and warm beneath her bare thighs and calves. Her arms encircled its great neck as the wind whipped her long brunette hair playfully about her shoulders. Together, they rose to catch the beckoning, bright orb overhead. Though she knew they would never reach the heavens, destiny had brought her here. She would ride the Dragon. She turned to gaze one last time at the retreating, moonlit, brooding circle of stone as Dragon and girl rose together as one into the still night. Forever is a long time, she thought. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+