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Subject: {ASSM} To Pause by Lord Malinov
Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 20:10:16 -0400
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To Pause
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
She lay in the shade of a blossoming dogwood and I stopped at
once when I saw her. I breathed cautiously, reticent, wary of even a
gentle slight motion, transfixed by the netted glimmer of beauty still
in this crystalline moment, caught by the wonder of a sunlit
surprise. I paused wholly, solemnly afraid that a rustling leaf would
be enough to stir the butterfly vision off the daisy's petal, make her
flitter away in jagged anxious flight, forever disturbed from the
serene moment she clearly enjoyed in the billowing shade, her
smile lost in tranquil thought. I had not expected to find anyone as
I walked the garden path. I drank a long draught of her loveliness,
for she hadn't seem to notice me and I wondered if I knew her, but I
knew I did not for I had never seen such vibrant gold hair, such
supple white skin, such a delicate mouth. In truth, I had never
seen anyone like her, not in Randolph county, not in this lifetime.
I watched in quiet revelry, and my heart began to throb as fire
stole over my chest as she slowly drew her white linen skirt up her
white creamy thighs. I thought, "surely she sees me," but I wasn't
going to do anything at once, not before something seemed
required of me, not while standing quiet seemed enough to leave
things as they were. Instead, I fought to control in me the nervous
excited trembling that took me as I began to imagine and then
barely see the just-a-bit-higher-please charms I never expected to
witness, even as the hem of her skirt drifted completely away to roll
in a bunch at her belly. I held my breath in awe. This woman
shone sumptuously, beautiful and young, glowing in innocence like
the the first hint of dew on a spring tulip's blossom. She gently,
almost thoughtlessly, pressed the white lace of her panties down
over her soft hips and in a pause embraced her cream thighs with a
band of thin cloth. I fell to my knees, losing control in the instant.
She drew the lace garment past her delicate ankles and tossed the
wisp of cloth carelessly into the thick patch of grass which lightly
embraced her.
I stared into her pussy, admiring hard the delicate folds of
glistening pink and the golden mane of tight curls, envying the
fiery nub she frantically twirled in her self-knowing fingers. My
mouth watered to watch the dripping froth stirred from the dark of
this pretty girl's sex, madly hungered to touch her cunt spread
inviting before me, paradise waiting a mere few feet away. She
played with herself in the bask of pure sunshine, taking the light
and the heat as her unrestrained lover, and I thought to myself,
"surely she sees me," and she moved at times toward me as
though she knew I was there, but I wouldn't have moved if I could
from fear for the vision's illusions, unbelieving and still holding my
heated hot breath.
She swirled herself passionately, intent and uncaring as she
focussed, it seemed, on some passing lewd image of a wished for
lover's return, dwelling in a pause on some fantastic thought that
lit her cunt full on fire, feverish, gleaming with the juice of that
imagined hot fuck. She arched her back sharply to meet her lusty
pawing fingers' touch and then lifted her soft bottom high from the
ground, pressing her pussy to me and toward me and for me and I
thought, "surely she sees me," but her tits flounced and her voice
moaned and then all at once she beckoned me to touch her and I
unloosed my pants and she began to scream and quiver and bend
and move and I pressed my mouth to the fiery pulsation of pussy
and licked the warm nectar from her overflowing well.
And she thought,"strange that I never saw him."
~~~
To Pause
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
<http://www.ev1.net/~dccain/malinov/>
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