Message-ID: <27337asstr$973851008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Richard Rivers" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 06 Nov 2000 06:07:52.0264 (UTC) FILETIME=[E593F480:01C047B7] X-Original-Subject: Aniv -Flash - Aniv Mizu By Richard Rivers (M/F) Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: (RR2) Mizu By Richard Rivers (M/F) Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 05:10:08 -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: assm-admin Happy Anniversary ASSTR! Mizu (Water) By Richard Rivers Miho stretches out a foot to gingerly test the bath. Her toes are tiny and curled, looking like a string of glossy white pearls. The water is as calm as glass and when her toe touches it, for a moment the surface tension resists and there is a perfect balance between liquid and soft flesh. Miho lived in the village by the ocean, while I made my home alone in a hut among the steep rocky slopes above. Her husband, a fisherman, had died some time before leaving behind a wife and young daughter. That Miho and I became lovers was as inevitable as a stone tossed high in the air falling back to earth, as profound as knowing that same rock had at one time rested on a mountain slope and, ages before, slept on the ocean's deepest floor. When Miho draws a bath, I know. From a clearing, I can see the houses of the village below and the little gray speck that is Miho, moving from house to woodpile to bath. Before long, there is faint smoke curling up out of the chimney and I am pulling my shoes on. Her lovemaking changes with the seasons - in summer, hot, with sweat and a woman's throaty cries of passion; in the fall, weary and gentle like the world spinning down. By midwinter she's a little girl again, in need of warming, all arms and legs wrapped around me, clinging tightly and sighing like the wind. Through the spring she's most changeable, yawning and stretching when the rain is drumming, lightly drumming against the windowpanes, awake and laughing when the sun comes out again. Then we lie together all day, making love while the soft light of afternoon turns dim, while beneath our window her young daughter squats beside a puddle, gently tapping the surface with a stick, watching the ripples spread outward. Fin Richard Rivers 10/00 email richard_rivers@hotmail.com stories http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Rivers/www/ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+