Message-ID: <45524asstr$1069560602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Beowulf X-Original-Message-ID: Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT NNTP-posting-date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 10:04:14 MST User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-Spamscanner: mailbox8.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 0.3/5.0 2.60) X-Spam-Level: Level X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 57357 hAMH6x0X078498 mailbox8.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 17:04:14 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Endgame, by Tom Bombadil Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 23:10:02 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge via Goldberry Goldberry12spam@hotmail.spamcom (you can figure this out :) Emails to me or posts to ass.d will also be read by Tom. Enjoy! [BSFSF] Endgame by Tom Bombadil (c) Nov 2003 This one is for Bradley Stoke's Flash Stroke Festival. As stated below, anyone, including Mr. Bradley Stoke on his ASSTR web page, can list, archive, and/or share this story. Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned. I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story. ******************************************************************** Endgame A chill radiates from the large window, temporarily welcome on my overheated skin. Cupping my breasts from behind, my lover's hands are now much more gentle, his touches lighter and more affectionate, his lips playfully nibbling on my ear, teasing me with kisses as his immediate lusts have been satisfied. He has rented us a beautiful chalet, cozy but not cramped, high on a hill. The fire is burning down, but it is warm and fills the air with the scents of pine and fir. My limbs are still shaking a little in the aftermath. It has been decades since I experienced anything like ... Outside, the snow has stopped, the clouds have cleared, and a full moon floats high and bright in the night sky. Far below our cozy nest, like a scene from a Christmas movie, the town glitters as though lit with a million candles. Inside one of those tiny houses, my husband is "working late" with yet another mistress. I lean back into my lover's embrace, smiling because for the first time since I married him, I will not be there to meet my husband when he finally staggers home. -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+