Message-ID: <27339asstr$973854604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Richard Rivers" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 02 Nov 2000 16:12:14.0913 (UTC) FILETIME=[AA261310:01C044E7] X-Original-Subject: Aniv - Flash - Aniv... Sensei By Richard Rivers (M/f voyeurism?) Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: (RR4) Sensei By Richard Rivers (M/f voyeurism?) Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 06:10:04 -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 [Dear Moderators: is there some way to post these stories in order? It should go: 1) Sushi 2) Mizu) 3) Shinkansen 4) Sensei. Thanks, and good luck. r_r] Happy Anniversary ASSTR! Sensei By Richard Rivers Miyuki often wondered what life would have been like had she been born blind, like the Master. On the road from the village she paused at the old stone bridge to close her eyes and listen to the little waterfall below. He had come into the village a year before, tapping his stick in the dusty road. The Master was a scholar, a writer, although Miyuki did not understand exactly what that meant. He made up stories, he explained, things which had never existed but which he 'saw' with his mind's eye. What he imagined, he wrote down by scratching characters onto thick parchment with a stylus. Twice a week, Miyuki performed simple chores for the old man. While she worked, he talked to her, teaching her all sorts of things that existed in the world beyond the little village. One day, while Miyuki served tea, the Master reached out and grasped her hand. The breath caught in her throat. He had never touched her before. His hand passed over her arm and shoulder. Lightly, he stroked the nape of her neck and then brushed his fingers across her face. "Take off you clothes, my child," he said. Miyuki knew better than to disobey, but she could not bring herself to do as he asked. "I am old," he said. "You have nothing to fear from me. And I am blind." He passed a hand before his eyes. "There will be no shame in it." Miyuki rustled her garments without removing anything. "I am blind, but not foolish," he said. "Hand them to me." Miyuki had no choice but to obey. Her body felt hot, as if there was fire burning inside, and Miyuki became intensely aware of what she normally kept covered. She did not know where to keep her hands - two were not enough to hide everything. The master waited a long time before speaking, and then he began to tell her about the intimate things men and women did together. At first Miyuki could hardly bear to hear what he was saying. His words seemed shameful, and the fire in her burned hotter. But as he continued to speak, his dry raspy voice pouring over her like hot sand, the feeling became pleasurable, turning into an odd kind of tickle, and Miyuki did not want it to stop even though her legs were trembling. *** It came to pass that one of the great Lords from Kyoto stopped in the village and visited the Master. Upon seeing Miyuki, it was inevitable he would desire her for a concubine, and the girl's family was honored to oblige such a nobleman. At court, the other consorts were jealous of their Lord's new favorite. They marveled at how a village girl could be so well educated and, as was rumored, so adept in the bedchamber. They murmured together when Miyuki was so soon with child and clucked their tongues when it was discovered that her firstborn son was blind. 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+