Message-ID: <40064asstr$1040775003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: mmtwassel@aol.com (mat twassel) X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224132701.25859.00000263@mb-bh.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 24 Dec 2002 18:27:01 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: Christmas Eve (Christmas) x-no-archive: yes x-archive-expire: 2003-01-31 Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 19:10:03 -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: gill-bates, newsman ***Warning: Themes and descriptions in this story may offend some readers. *** Christmas Eve by Mat Twassel ============== December 24th. The sun set an hour ago, and already the cool of desert evening covers his skin. He burrows deeper into himself, but he knows it is time to get up, to find food, warmth. He is 33 years old, not as quick or as strong as in his prime, but still quick, still strong, and savvy now, knowledgeable of the ways of the world. Overhead the first few faint stars begin their glimmering. An hour later he is on the edge of their camp, just beyond the scent of the dogs. He circles downwind, keeping near the earth, slipping closer to the fires until his mind can match crackle to flicker. Too far yet for warmth, always too far for warmth, he waits until the last body has settled into sleep. Crouching, he creeps closer. The dogs smell him, rustle to his scent, but it's one they know, and they ease back into themselves. It would be good to have dogs again-- that would make life so much easier. His footfalls find quiet earth. He steps like slow fog passing one bundle after another. Near the center the little ones nestle, six of them now, those old enough to be out of their mothers' arms. He chooses the biggest, a girl of about nine. He hoists her swiftly, her blanket falling away, so dreams of flight will smooth her waking. Her eyes open to his face. "Da?" she says, recognizing him. Her arms reach around his neck. He smiles at her smile, the suddenly deep content in it, and kisses her, swallowing her tongue. The blood bolts, and he swallows that, too, one greedy gulp after another until the camp is out of earshot. Miles later he feels her arms relax. He lays her upon the earth. Her smile is weaker. He might yet revive her. Start a new family. Her eyes flicker. Her arms reach up. He takes her legs instead, pries them wide. His chin nuzzles the pudgy notch. He mouths the little lips, washing them with bloody spit. His teeth cut the membrane of her cunt. New blood wells up, and he pushes it in with his tongue. Pushes it further in with his cock. Covering her with himself, he fucks her, crushing her body against the earth, fucking her with steady, slow, relentless thrusts, one after another until his surge--a heavenly shower of starfire, an earthquake of coming-- abates. He clasps the body, and for an hour or two it warms him. For an hour or two he sleeps a deep and peaceful sleep. Bright stars ravage the night sky. The brightest of them wakens him. It twinkles brighter than the rest. It winks at him, beckoning. He yearns to have it, body and soul. His howl reaches up, begging, imploring. Christmas is only an hour away. An hour and thirty-thousand years and eight-thousand miles. If he begins now, maybe he can get there in time. ============== Christmas Eve by Mat Twassel TouchWords, the Calendar.atEROS erotic story contest e-books, are now available. Free Calendar.atEROS subscription with purchase. For details go to: http://Calendar.atEROS.com Mat's Erotic Calendar at http://calendar.atEros.com -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+