Message-ID: <12123eli$9806132104@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12123.txt> From: AnneArbor@hotmail.com Subject: {ASS/M} "El Nino" by Anne Arbor (MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <6ls6nh$nb1$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> [ Obligatory caution: adult material lies ahead. If you cannot buy a ticket to an NC-17 movie, then you shouldn't be reading this. ] Copyright (c) 1998 by Anne Arbor (AnneArbor@hotmail.com) El Nino by Anne Arbor We had a busy weekend of the usual - Saturday saw yard work during the day and entertaining friends for dinner at night, and Sunday yet more gardening. The abnormally heavy winter storms have turned our landscaping into a soggy rain forest of weeds, invading Bermuda grass, and leggy branches. It seems that we will never catch up. By Saturday evening we were both tired. Sunday morning we made a date for an early bedtime, and when 9pm arrived, the dog had had its final excursion in the back yard, the doors were locked, and we were turning out the lights on our retreat to the bedroom. I still hadn't told him I was leaving him. He is in bed first, naked as always, watching me putter for a few extra minutes, then I discard my own sweats and join him. I lie on my back, eyes closed, feeling the day drain out of me. He curls to my side and his left hand roams across my skin. This time we were slow. The pads of his fingertips find turgid nipples and soft curves. Between my legs I warm and blossom and twitch. I knew he would eventually get there. When he touches me this delicately, I know he's drifting his fingers across the little hairs on my skin. He finds my belly. Grazes my pubic hair. Diverts to my hipbones, first one then the other. My legs part. It is a signal, and he returns. My own left hand finds him, his hardness rising out of his thatch of curly hair. He throbs in my fist while his fingers gently separate me and dip into my slickness. My eyelids flutter. "I want you," he whispers, and I hum a welcoming response, squeezing his cock, opening my legs still further. He tugs on my hip. "Get on top of me." I roll on my side, facing him, and begin to mount him, th> <input type= -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>