Message-ID: <1479eli$9706161124@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1479> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Originating-IP: [153.34.67.91] From: "La Amadora" <amadora@hotmail.com> Subject: (<500 words) Repost: "Taken" by kollontai This was omitted from Celeste's most recent list of submitted stories, so I'm reposting it. love, kollontai "Taken" by kollontai A sweet scent of night wafts cascading through the window-screen across my body in the bed, limp, satiated, sheets silken wrinkled around me. I am helpless here, spread out, pink-beige flesh, deep crimson desire, an immolating passion, a need want so deep I can feel it in singed flakes of torn desire running rampant through my blood and taste it in my mouth my empty open craving mouth. Satiated, yes, but the night air calls my name and I am once again stranded, alone, wanting and waiting, watching, seeking release, willing to drive myself there but preferring another, any another, many anothers. My nipple deepens in color, erects, grows meaty and firm, blossoming before my eyes, transfixed and staring helplessly, helplessly. I can do nothing but wait. Blackness surrounds me the cool air arouses me. Shards of passion prick at my skin, seeking to draw out my red red, soul dark blood, seeking to claim me, oh yes, that is it, claim me, bend me to its will, force me into the body of this insatiable creature and yet I love it. He placed the bracelet, intricately carved, a glorious thing of beauty an immense thing of power and glory upon my arm, grasping it delicately, softly, his nails slightly into my skin, his soft finger-pads marking branding me with heat, and he commanded me to wear it always as a sign of his ownership. It felt so light so airy free as he chained me, so vanishing and palpably soothing simultaneously as he bent his head to my lips, then his lips to my nipples calling to him, being soothed by the warm wetness of him and then between my thighs in a kiss which journeyed me rampant wild and ecstatic across nameless lands of joy and beauty. But he had left. Ownership remained. And the thing of beauty, the silver chains now seemed heavy, an almost intolerable weight.. Still I desired him, still the passion flowed through me and burst forth in brilliant bloom only for him. Even with the others, always his image his body him taking me, him claiming me, him covering me soothingly in white-hot desire-passion always him, always him. Ownership. Love and demand, desire and restraint, raging battles inside me and sweeping rages of glory and beauty. I was not prisoner, the chains could be lifted simply as silk but there I stayed, bonded and bound, awaiting his return, craving my fulfillment, from him only, taken and claimed, helpless in the soul. --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /