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Subject: {ASSM} Six Hours {Julian Renard} (M/F, nc)
Date: Tue,  5 Dec 2000 20:10:06 -0500
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WARNING!

The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts.  
If you are under-age, offended by such material or if this kind 
of material is illegal where you live then  DO NOT READ THIS!!

julian975@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/julian/www

This is the second posting in my series of "glimpses". Enjoy. JR

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Six Hours

Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1996-2000
All rights reserved.


Wearily she  rose from the bed and put on her silk dressing gown.  She
looked over to the clock and stared at it for several long moments.

"Six hours", she said out loud, as if in awe.  "Six hours."

More than anything she wanted a shower but there were things to do first.
She took a minute to brush out her out her long black hair, then made her
way slowly into the living room.

"Hi mum." Said her four year old son.  He turned back to watch the
television without awaiting her reply.

"Hi darling." She replied, though she doubted he'd noticed.

"Can I still watch TV mum?" He asked after a while, still watching the TV.

She paused as a thought percolated through her still muddy mind.  "You've
been watching it for six hours sweetheart." The boy just kept watching
and she realised that he was still waiting for her answer.  She lacked
the strength to argue.  "Yes, sweetheart.  Until Daddy comes home,
alright?" The boy simply continued to watch the set.

Shaking her head she made her way back to the bedroom.  It was in quite a
mess.  Blankets were scattered in piles on the floor and clothes were
strewn about the room, all of them hers.

"Six hours," she repeated as if amazed.

She gathered the clothing from the floor and began to sort it for
washing.  Four pairs of underpants, two bras, stockings of various
colours, her favourite mini skirt...  the sorting went on and on.  All of
the articles were feminine and sexy.

She finally took the clothes to the laundry and started the first load.
Her first load, at four in the afternoon!

Returning to the bedroom she quickly remade the bed with fresh sheets.
"Now," she thought to herself, "finally I can have that shower."

The steam and hot water soothed her tired muscles and in time she began
to feel normal again.  She gently towelled herself off and on an impulse
put on her sexiest teddy and headed once more for the bed.  It was then
that she noticed something which had previously escaped her attention,
though how it had done so she could hardly imagine.

Four silk scarves remained tied to each of the bed posts.  The sight of
them sent an unexpected shiver through her.  With difficulty she managed
to untie the knots that had been pulled incredibly tight, then placed
them in her bedside drawer.  Closing the bedroom door she finally laid
down, grateful for a chance to relax at last.

Her eyelids slowly closed as thoughts of the past six hours attempted to
flood her mind once more.  This time she let them come.  A collage of
images flashed through her mind and as she relived each, her fingers
crept slowly down to tease her still tender sex.

It had started with the knock at the door...  the large powerful man...
too strong for her...  leaving her son in front of the TV...
instructions to stay there...  changing her clothes...  unwelcome hands
on her body...  loathing and fear...  unwanted excitement...  a hand
beneath her skirt, touching her there...  the sound of a zipper...  that
first instant of penetration...  rhythmic stirring thrusts...   despair
and confusion...  her reluctant orgasm - the first one...  then a time to
rest, peaceful yet foreboding...

Then...  silk scarves...  completely helpless...  a soft feather...  cold
icecubes...  a warm tongue...  clothespins on her nipples...  hard,
almost brutal thrusts...  a blinding orgasm...  followed quickly by
another...

Fuelled by the images, she brought herself easily to a climax and then
finally she slumped back exhausted.  Desperate now to sleep, she blocked
out the images of what had come after that.  That had been merely the
beginning.  He had been there a whole six hours.



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If you liked this story you can find more at "Julian's Dark Dreams"
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/julian/www

Comments are always welcome and very much appreciated.
You can email me at julian975@yahoo.com

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Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 2000
All rights reserved.
Permission is granted for this work to be archived or redistributed in
electronic form as long as this notice is included and no modifications
whatsoever are made. It may not be distributed in printed form or for
profit without the author's prior written consent.




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