Message-ID: <29516asstr$985475402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread1.prod.itd.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail User-Agent: Microsoft-Outlook-Express-Macintosh-Edition/5.02.2022 From: Pink Pussycat <youraveragegirl@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <B6E1F08B.6C6D%youraveragegirl@yahoo.com> Mime-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 06:35:06 PST Subject: {ASSM} New Story: "The Man In the Tree" by Pink Pussycat - M/F, erotic, Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 18:10:02 -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/Year2001/29516> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw 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. 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