Message-ID: <45525asstr$1069560603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Goldberry X-Original-Message-ID: Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT NNTP-posting-date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 10:07:08 MST User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 17:07:08 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Iceworld, by Tom Bombadil Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 23:10:03 -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: 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] Iceworld 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. ******************************************************************** Iceworld Sometime while we slept the weather cleared and got cold, freezing all of the rainwater and melting snow in place. Now, staring out through the open flap of our tent, I see a glinting, glistening wonderland, shaded pink in the sun's dawning rays. Sitting up, our heads barely poking out of our sleeping bag, my breath is white, the chill air nipping at my nose and ears. Colder still is the chin of my love as she rests it on my shoulder, she staring wordlessly at her first live winterscape. Her arms are wrapped around me from behind, linked just below my breasts. When I turn my head and kiss her, she sighs softly and holds me tighter, her breasts pushing more firmly into my back. Her touch is still light and tentative; she is unsure of herself, unsure of what she should do. Holding our kiss, I twist in her arms until we face each other, wrapping my arms around her in turn. Slowly and softly I begin making love to her, with gentle caresses and warm lips. After a while she responds, her nervousness giving way to a rising passion. This is our first morning together, and I hope it will be a glorious foretaste of many more to come. -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+