Message-ID: <21912asstr$945695400@assm.asstr.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <c3fMXHBU3cX4EwAP@tarrcity.demon.co.uk>
From: elf_11 <elf_11@my-deja.com>
Reply-To: elf_11@my-deja.com
Subject: {ASSM} (elf-11) You too, Kay? (older F, younger M, rom, love, poetry, Y2K)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 08:10:00 -0500
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year1999/21912>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar
Do not read this if you are not allowed to do so. If you
are unsure if you are allowed to read stories involving sex between
adults delete it now.
I wrote this; the story is mine; so please do not place this on a web-
site, re-post it to a newsgroup, bulletin-board, etc. or otherwise copy
it without prior permission from me.
I have no objection to the archiving of this article as any other Usenet
posting might be (e.g. Deja or any other news group archive) and you are
welcome to keep a copy for your own enjoyment - or even for the
enjoyment of yourself and a friend or partner :)
I specifically forbid any use of this story for anyone's profit (yes, I
mean money) except my own. To make that clear: if you expect to make
money from this story that money belongs to me and you should arrange to
send it to me before using this story.
Comments, whether they be positive or negative, are welcomed.
I live in the UK so comments about non-US spelling, terminology, etc.
are not appropriate: I speak English -- you speak American (that should
cover most comments :)
As far as I know all of this tale is true; it isn't my tale though.
There is no way for me to know how conventional you, the reader, may be
about punctuation and capitalisation in poetry. Sticklers for "proper"
writing may dislike this offering, people who like "natural language"
may dislike it too, as the language may not be theirs. Nevertheless
this offering is made. I don't present this as good poetry (the
competition is impossible) just poetry and the last bit isn't poetry at
all. I can't help that as it is just the way it happened. Bits in
square brackets [...] are where I have changed things to protect people
that I care about (yes, that includes myself).
+++++++
is this you too, Kay?
I heard him say
as he flipped through the album
that showed my decay
from a childhood Mary in pantomime
to an ageing mother running out of time
I leant on his shoulder and smelt his breath
why do old people like me smell of death?
the passing years have not been kind
but it seemed to me he didn't mind
when he passed me another compliance CD
and I felt his touch; his youth touched me
as the patches were applied
I'm afraid I lied
you'll have to stay until they're done
but it is only a test he protest
I did my best to persuade him to test
and won
him over
to stay
the pressure was off
the tests were done
when the tests were done I offered to pay
for a meal, in thanks, but heard him say
its too late now
they'll be closed
come home with me my husband's away
I'll prepare some food to end our day
the house was quiet (our children long gone)
he turned on the hi-fi and chose a song
as I boiled the pasta and chilled the wine
I heard a song I thought my husband's and mine
the boy couldn't have known it was special to me
a CD of love and first-time memory
the pasta was cooked and tossed
the pesto was added and I felt lost
as he ate with gusto a meal I thought
simple and basic, but he said, not bought
I'm sorry I've kept you
I said with dismay
as guilt washed over me
my husband was away
It's OK
You can stay
if you want to
how many words in a thought or a glance?
his fork near his mouth he looked at me askance
can't get home now
I'll stay
if that's OK
I think it was then that I realised I'd sin
guilt wracked me at the thought
I knew that I ought
to just give him cab money and send him away
but I didn't
not on that day
I led him to the attic where my son used to sleep
it was tidy and clean but we'd turned off the heat
if you're cold in the night please let me know
I'm in the room immediately below
for what felt like an hour I lay awake
I love my husband, was I making a mistake?
I heard the door creak and opened my eyes
he stood there, naked, to my surprise
I'm cold he said
I lifted the duvet and
he crept into our bed
he curled up away from me
a tight ball of young man
my son slept like that
a tight young ball of man
he shivered
I held him
he grew warm
I rolled over
I think I tugged his hip
he curled up behind me
I think I slept for a while before
I felt his erection between by buttocks
he wasn't as long or as thick as my husband
but the difference was exciting
to feel another person holding me
[the poetry broke down before here]
my husband is a big man
not fat like Americans but big
you know [elf-11] he's as tall as you and heavier
the difference is what I think led to what happened
I suppose if I am to be really honest I also thought of my son
who is slim and smooth like the boy behind me was
my son takes after me rather than [his father]
he was gently pushing his penis back and forth between the cheeks of my
bum when I lifted my leg a little and pulled his penis between my legs
a moment later he entered me
he (I mean his penis) was smaller than [my husband] but his thinness was
different and exciting
it is hard to describe but the different feeling was lovely
[my husband's] penis feels like a brick inside me, big, solid and
reliable; known I suppose and loved I now realise
the boy's penis was like a wand or candle, thin, smooth and slippery
although looking back I think the slippery part was more me than him
like my husband (and unlike you all those years ago) I knew when he was
about to ejaculate and pulled him out of me and held him between my
hands and against my sex and let him come that way, I couldn't take the
chance of getting pregnant, even at my age. You know [my husband] has
had the snip
now that I think about it I was just testing my love for my husband
does that sound odd?
I know you want to send this to that story list and I trust you to
change the bits that might identify me
I'm sorry I couldn't keep the poetry bit going I just don't have the
time right now
you were right about it being a release to write about it
we will see you and [my partner] on Boxing Day
the kids have grown up a lot in the last year but they insist that
Boxing Day without a game of Twister isn't an option Except now they
want an hour or two in the pub before playing Twister
I hope you can use this in your project You're a strange man but I love
you and know that [my husband] loves you too
guess what the photo was that started me off? It is that picture of
you, me, [my husband] and [my sister] at Gulu. I almost pissed myself
laughing when I remembered you and [my husband] asking me to give head
after [my sister] had done you both.
you too, Kay? you both asked as if I'd be as compliant as [my sister]
[elf-11] it has been good talking to you about this and I know that when
I tell [my husband] he'll want to talk to you to.
Love, Kay
--
If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments
are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is
copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@asstr.org> | <story-admin@asstr.org> |
| ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
| <http://assm.asstr.org/>---<http://assm.asstr.org/erotica/assm/faq.html> |
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. |
| If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help |
| Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.|
| </> Donations: </donations.html> |
\_________________________________________________________________________/