Message-ID: <43407asstr$1058350202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Simple Man" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 18:20:38 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} "The Invasion" (Mg, no sex, no consent, no love, no nothing) Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 06:10:02 -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: hecate, dennyw The Invasion {ASSM} (Mg, no sex, no consent, no love, no nothing) By Simple Man (C)2003 ***STOP*** This story contains fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Additionally, there is no sex; however, there is a naked little girl with an old man. If this kind of fiction is not something you enjoy reading then skip it entirely and avoid my stories again in the future. ********** This story is written by a man that simply loves little girls from a distance, and it is aimed at a target audience that reads and reacts to stories they don't like. For this reason alone, this story is dedicated to them and the lemon drops they adore. I sat there in my only chair which I kept next to the window that looked out on my back yard. I have no idea why I like the view so much, but it was far better than looking at the street, at least the back yard held serenity for me. I was old, and the meaning of that did not hit me at the time, but it made that fact clear a short time later. You don't notice yourself getting older, that's just the way it is, it creeps up on you and suddenly one day you're there and the world stops treating you so nice. You're alone now, having survived everyone you have ever known. The telephone never rings and the only mail is the constant flow of bill to be paid, there isn't even any junk mail to read. No newspaper, no magazines, it's as if you don't exist anymore. I gazed out my window and watched the branches of my tree flow back and forth in the wind, wishing I was still that supple. That was when it happened, this small orb sailed though the air and landed right in the center of my lawn, bounced and rolled to the side of my driveway. Surely this was from outer space and the little green men who would no doubt emerge with the elixir of life. I grew mildly excited. On the other hand, maybe this was a deadly weapon, because looking over at my wooden fence; two hands grasp the top followed by a foot and then a leg. A shoulder then appeared and some creature was crawling over it and fell quickly to the ground on my side, scrambled up and ran after the orb. This was certainly more interesting than watching the worms crawl on the driveway as if they had lost their way, although that can be interesting too, you never know which way they will turn, there has to be a science about it somewhere. The creature picked up the orb and held it menacingly, though I was not afraid for myself. I mean you never know about these things, the creature could be benevolent and kind, I mean it could happen. Besides, it was smaller than me, much smaller. My ankle itched and bent down to scratch it. When I looked out the window again, the orb was still there, but the creature was gone, probably back to the mother ship for reinforcements. Boy, this was going to be a good day. I decided to celebrate and wanted a beer, my doctor said I could have all the beer I wanted, but to take it easy on the stuff, he didn't want me falling down and hurting myself. Of course getting the beer was a journey through the house, from one abandoned room to another, and my steps were slow and deliberate. It was a warm August day and I had managed to dress myself in shorts. That took up most of my morning and I was worn out and hungry to boot afterwards. My shaving was unremarkable and I managed not to cut myself, a banner day. Rounding the last corner I entered my kitchen only to find a young girl looking into my refrigerator, she extracted one of my root beers and popped the top, taking a long swig. I pushed the door closed. She looked up at me and smiled, and she was too pretty to admonish for being so bold as to come into my home that way, uninvited. Where were children's manners these days? Still, she was delightful and extremely cute and I forgave her immediately. Moving past her I opened the fridge and extracted a cold Old Style, and made my return journey to my chair. She happily tagged along, not saying a word, good kid I thought, quiet. I barely sat down and got myself comfortable when the little girl decided the only place to sit was on my lap, and she was right, it was the only chair I had, and I presently occupied it. She was a pretty small kid and didn't seem to weigh much so it was no discomfort. But then I noticed her smell, it's that last thing to go, you know. She smelled sweet and I found myself sniffing her like some damn dog. This of course amused the child and her "Bad Doggie" held me at bay. If only I could have some of her youth, she squirmed and finally got off my lap, just standing there in front of me. Placing her can of root beer on the floor she proceeded to take off her clothes. Now you have to understand that I don't get visitors very often and she was somehow doing her thing in front of me. I know kids like to get naked sometimes and play, hell, I used to that too when I was a kid, caught hell for it too. So it didn't really bother me, but I did notice her anatomy which was quite lovely. Naked as the day she was born, this creature returned to my lap, planted one kiss on my lips and disappeared, her clothes going with her, the root beer can still on the floor, its contents unfinished. I returned my gaze to the window, the orb was gone, and I was still an old man, drat it all. END. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+