Message-ID: <44185asstr$1062468602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary From: Rod Ramsey Reply-To: rod_ramsey@yeahright.net X-Original-Message-ID: <20030902003910.EE8A44305@sitemail.everyone.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2003 17:39:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} A Nymph Gets Some (M/Nymph, Rom, cons) Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2003 22:10:02 -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 I owe this story to a special freind. It's the last muse/nymph story I'll do. Until the next one ;-) Enjoy _____________________________________________________________ Free Email!- Yourname@yeahright.net- http://www.yeahright.net <1st attachment, "A Nymph Gets Some.txt" begin> I could see Kira as she dance naked in the phantom glade only she and I inhabit. Her youthful body appearing the same tonight as it did twenty-some years ago when she first came to me. The crescent moon sparkled off her silver wings as she swayed to the sounds of "Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult emanating from a rock that in the real world was my sound system. The song ended and she pranced her way over to my recliner, the only real world artifact here, in which I sat. "Dana wants a story about a nymph." I told her as she settled her warmth on my lap. "Haven't we done enough nymph stories?" she replied, "How about a nice little spank story for your new friend?" "No. She did a story for me. Now it's payback time and she wants a nymph story. One with sex in it." "Oh, is that right?" Kira replied, twisting on my lap and straddling my naked lap. "A really hot sex story where your demure little muse finally gets some from the man she loves?" "Uh huh." I replied as her lips brushed against mine, pulling me forward as I tried to get a better taste of her luscious lips. Kira slid her body up so I could place kisses on her petite breasts. A quiet sigh of contentment as she guided me into her soft moist interior. With my love impaled I settled into a slow rhythm, her body sliding on my shaft in time with my thrusts. I rested my hands on her hips as our bodies moved together. "How about you write the story of how I came to be your muse?" Kira said in a soft whisper, my lips still locked onto her delicate tit. I pulled my mouth off to reply, "Summer of '78. Janice Longe and her auburn hair. God is that why I love redheads?" "Do you remember the poem?" Kira asked, taking over the rhythm as my eyes closed to visualized the past. I could remember it as if it were yesterday. I still love Janice in that special way of a first love. Skinny dipping in the small pond that became our secret meeting place. Wanting to impress her with something other than the body of a scrawny fifteen year old, I turned to poetry. My first attempts sucked like nobody's business. One night sitting under a full moon I saw an apparition that inspired the poem that finally got me laid. A tiny spark of light floating around a tree stump a short distance away, at first mistaken for a firefly. Growing larger as I watched until she stood there, her naked pale skin glowing in the moonlight. With a giggle that sounded like music she bent over to kiss my lips, the taste of honey and lavender filling my senses. I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear it, sure that I was hallucinating. With a smile on her face she winked at me, then with a small wave faded into the night. I woke in the middle of the night and wrote down these words, sure of where they had come from: Roses red as your lips, Petals soft as silk. Sun radiant as your smile, Bright light warm and fair. Flowers sweet as your scent, Fragrance lifting my spirit. Wind delicate as your touch, Sighing through the trees. Melodies sound of your voice, Song birds sing of love. When I finished reciting the poem I opened my eyes to look upon the vision before me. Kira's red hair framed a face filled with a blissful smile, a sheen of sweat beginning to coat our bodies. Kira let out a gentle sigh as I resumed pumping my shaft into her. "Harder Love, please harder." she cried. "I want you to enjoy this." "I am enjoying this. You need to fuck me more often." Kira closed her eyes and began making soft whimpering cries as my hips impacted with hers. She raised herself up so I could get more thrust with my cock, resting her hands on my shoulders. Her cries became louder as I continued to fuck her tight pussy. With one last wavering scream she came, tipping me over the edge and filling her womb with my seed. She collapsed against my chest with my softening cock still buried inside her, soft lips nibbled at my ear. "Lovely. Just lovely." she whispered in between nibbles, "We definitely need to do this more often." I let my hand slide up to cup her breast, my fingers playing across her hard nipples. Resting there in my chair I began forming the layout for my next story. As I faded to sleep I could picture a lovely auburn haired bride, resplendent in her gown, a girl of six or seven dancing in front of her. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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