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Subject: {ASSM} New Story:  "The Man In the Tree" by Pink Pussycat - M/F, erotic,
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 18:10:02 -0500
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This story is based on a dream I had while having a stressful time at work.
If you like this story there are more like it at Pink Pussycat's Corner
http://www.geocities.com/youraveragegirl .



The Man in the Tree     by Pink Pussycat

I had heard of the man who lived in the tree. It was huge, like a redwood,
and when I went to his door he invited me in, not even asking who I was or
what I wanted. He led me to his room, where there were two twin beds and one
small window where afternoon light shone in. He went back to napping in his
bed, and I settled down to sleep in the other one. There were some
centipedes in the tree and on the bed which bothered me at first but then I
understood: I'm here, completely cohabitting with Nature; and I proceeded to
drift off in a most peaceful, dreamless sleep imaginable.

He was lying next to me when I awoke, gently stroking my cheek. The scent of
sap and heavy stillness reminded me where I was though it must have been
several hours later for it was dark.

 Laura , he softly whispers to me,  it s all behind you now .  It is all so
remote now, he s right.  This is what really matters, what happens in this
space.  His penis is stiff and flat against my thigh, and my womb is seeping
honey, opening up to him like a flower.  Slipping from deep sleep into this
liquid love state he opens my thighs and lays on top of me, holding my head
in his hands.  Languor and love sweep over me in a heatwave of desire.

 It s you...  is all I can venture to whisper, and with that he suddenly
planks his sinewy body against mine, crushing my aching breasts and his
mouth is on mine, drinking from me, and I allow him to take, for once just
letting go and not fearing giving control of a situation to someone else or
worrying about the outcome.  This is the eternal Now, and I have finally
tapped into it in this tree via it s occupant.

His black curly hair is soft and his stubble scratches my cheek.  I breathe
into his ear, nibbling the lobe and wrapping my leg around his back, wanting
this human contact more than anything.   He squeezes my breast, lightly
biting the nipple but sucking on it, hard.  He places his cock between my
slick labia and slides its full length up and down, down and up my seeping
slit, nudging the underside of my clitoris with each movement.  I wrap my
arms around his muscular back and embrace him and all he has given me,
grazing my nails down his shoulders.

 Oh God,  I plead,  please, take me now before I go crazy .

He stares at me just for a second, then positions the head of his cock
between my gaping hole and in one long thust buries himself in me to the
hilt, then stops. 

I can feel his throbbing manhood penetrating the core of my womb.  For a
long moment we lay like this, he embedded in me and I gathering him in.
Our breathing is audible, and I am suspended somewhere between the Milky Way
and in this tree and under this man, my savior from worries of my own
making, pressures of the outside world, superficial relationships.  With
this union I have rediscovered myself.  Now I need the final release.

 Fuck me , I huskily order, and he obeys.

We collapse in a sheet of orgasmic sweat.  We sleep this way, and in the
early morning he releases me to the forest, which leads back to the city
where I live.  I know I won t see him again for a very long time and can t
help but cry a little. Still, I am thankful for the gift he gave me.

At last, I am free.

Copyright 2001 by Pink Pussycat 

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