Message-ID: <27701asstr$975942604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: cymbidia X-Original-Message-ID: <90e2vs$b62$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Dec 03 18:21:52 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} First Offering ~a very short tale~ Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2000 10:10:04 -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: IceAltar, Vulpine, RuiJorge The door closes behind me. I slide the heavy black bag off my shoulder and it drops to the floor at my feet with a small muffled thudding sound. I know you're close, i can feel you close, but i can't look up. My heart is beating erratically, very fast, and my face is flushed. I know why i'm here. You know why i'm here. But we've been so long getting to this day that i feel faint and trembly as hard-edged anticipation and sharply-honed desire rampage through my emotions. "Look at me," you say. Obediently, i look up. You're standing close and i relax a little seeing your familiar blue eyes and the angles of your face. You step in, close, and lean down as i lift my face to yours. The kiss is tentative for a long moment but pent-up passion sweeps away all hesitancy and galloping hard need plunges between us, making my body begin to shake as your arms tighten reflexively around me. You break the kiss and stoop, lifting the bag to one shoulder. Pulling me along, you lead me toward your hobby room, toward the place you've prepared for us. I follow, narrowly-focused arousal making me inarticulate and apt to stumble. You slow to steady me a couple times and at each pause i seek the heat of your arms, your hands, your body .. all of you i can reach. We walk around furniture and down stairs. Another kiss, searing in it's energy and promise, causes me to moan and shift inside your arms, pressing more tightly against you. My hands move over you, yours over me. Your scent fills my nostrils, your taste spreads over my tongue, the small sounds you make spear into my brain as your body imprints onto mine. I slide my hand down the front of your pants, feeling the inflexible arousal there, rubbing up and down, moaning into your mouth. You lean back, looking at me, hands tight on my shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, you pull yourself out of my hands. "Did you ask?" you demand, and I look up in surprise, shaking my head. "No," I whisper, and the words are hoarse as they push past lips ready for almost anything but rational conversation. "No. I'm sorry." I slide my hand down the front of your shirt, leading toward your pants, then hesitate, slowing, still looking up at you. "May I touch you?" You remain silent, looking down at me, still, unmoving, waiting. "Sir," I add, the word filling the space between us with electric energy, making me gasp when I say it, making you shudder just slightly. "May I touch you, Sir?" The words are just a whisper but the power they represent shimmers and stretches between us almost tangibly. My submission has been offered; we both know it. "Yes. You may." You guide my hand down the front of your pants, pressing it tightly against the raging hardness beneath, watching me. My fingers sweep over you, feeling for your piercings, learning your shape, while you hold my eyes, a very fine trembling betraying the need that rides you as hard as it does me. -- "All joy emphasizes our status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. Our best havings are wantings." .. C.S.Lewis -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+