Message-ID: <27315asstr$973818602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@dejanews.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Tiramisu <tiramixu@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8ud1du$pdm$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 09 02:16:35 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP Kind of Blue by Tiramisu M or F? Solo, light bd theme. Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2000 20:10:02 -0500 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/Year2000/27315> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now. Kind of Blue, by Tiramisu. M or F? Solo, light bd theme. Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass and assm. Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com. Kind of Blue Naked, I climbed into bed, Miles Davis CD softly playing in the background. Kind of Blue. The red silk tie was draped over the headboard. I took the thin end and tied it to my right wrist. I tied the other end to the bed post, remembering what you said you wanted to do to me. The feeling of silk on my wrist was erotic. I felt my body respond. I slid to the middle of the king sized bed, naked on top of the sheets. My arm was stretched above my head. I wanted you to be here, to tie the other wrist, so I was fully stretched, unable to move to either side, totally exposed, completely yours. In my mind you were, and I was. I closed my eyes and thought about what you had said. I took the middle finger of my left hand, and wet it in my mouth. I ran the wet finger over my nipples, imagining your tongue, hot, wet, silky. Your tongue moved lower, teasing me, touching me. I was very aroused. I didn't come. Not without you. Not unless you told me to. Finally, I fell asleep, wondering what else you would do to me. Copyright 1998 Tiramisu -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+