Message-ID: <25846asstr$966456608@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "seanfarragher" <seanfarragher@email.msn.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <NEBBKECCNOEJHMGPDAFHKEHKCHAA.seanfarragher@email.msn.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-Priority: 3 (Normal)
X-MSMail-Priority: Normal
X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400
Importance: Normal
Subject: {ASSM} from TxM6 Forced Dream Journal III
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 16:10:08 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25846>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, english
From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/ (updated August 13, 2000)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
1080XDreamJournal
DREAM JOURNAL II
Laurie Fallon
Free Association
I felt this all in my dream, in the dry head of it,
in the patient anticipation backward and feeling it
as I stepped up my sucking cunny absorbed death, as a
cock relieved. We do love worship at a funeral. There
was nothing left at the grave site when Able left me
numb tasting of the sickness and knowing the girl who
had kept in the cell beside my cell having died. I
was sad for her and happy it was not my death. When I
blew him that night she died I ran my teeth up his
cock and pretended that I had lost control from fear
I clamped down and bit his dick until he bled. The
fuck loved it and begged I do it again, and later
when he became another man, Abel said it was my teeth
that started the plunge or life out of his frozen
games of murder and kidnap.
There were no flowers, none held or displayed, except
the pink bud of my shaved parts, and I felt soft,
wet, and I seemed to dream waking, as I felt my twin
lips, running them through and up my shaft, clit, and
then quickly inside to slow the tension, as if I were
full, and dangerous. I reached up and my nipples
sore, from my Devil. I can't imagine a more handsome
fiend. Bright eyes. Fucking, I am aroused from my
self and my child, and massaging nipple, it leaks
soft, not true milk, but the moisture from inside my
fingers, transferred from cunt to breast, then mouth,
and full of my belly, I shift, and quietly, almost
innocent, like the reach I felt as a child when
mother washed my privates, softly opening the parts,
and making me laugh, climbing into her arms. More
warm then tension. A brief pause, and then grief
after my dance. I have come, and the fates resume, as
if I cannot stand the skull, held, as I wearing just
loose shift, expose myself, and let it go, knowing
ever second of my pleasure has made dear Tony as he
calls himself, blend his prick with the clouds, and
then when I pee, the irritation, a sharp pain, as
infected, swollen, uncomfortable I am relieved
unsettling my bowels, without privacy, and then the
skull shifts, and I am trapped inside the socket.
Part of the bridge of nose and cheek, inside the
mouth, at the top, and then below beyond the tongue,
space quiets as breath is forgotten. Drowning or
choking is a muscular reflex, a pulling backward from
gagging deaths as defined bones scatter. Blood, as
rich as loam, underplays the chorus. What was the
temperature of heat, I asked feeling the turgid spark
of the shaft, pulling it out, ablating it, dissolved.
I would be neuter, which is not this clitoridectomy,
no respect, nor given out like palms before Easter,
forgiveness for death. My child nurses or some mouth,
like Maria did, blindfolded, tied, foot to hand and
bound with another woman, named Ava, no not a bird
but Tony's older twin, and then on screen names flood
a carefully kept chart. Assembled, we cannot start
the broken schools soon to be fixed by distractions.
Attempting to read, to go beyond the primitive had
been one direction. There on screen, a chart
disguised by layers of books displayed over voice in
a blatant real life, no kidding, and action drama.
More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com (updated 8/13/2000)
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
--
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: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+