Message-ID: <29531asstr$985533004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "celia batau" <pinataheart@bigplanet.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <985507583.66806@news2.bigplanet.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 Cache-Post-Path: news2.bigplanet.com!unknown@1cust85.tnt14.lax3.da.uu.net X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) Subject: {ASSM} Sonrisa (Revised) {celia batau} (MF light bondage rom) Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 10:10:04 -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/Year2001/29531> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly hi everyone! this revision is just to fix somethings. :) note: copyright 2001 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given to "no charge" websites with written consent of author. this story was edited by Sam I am. yay Sam! if you like this story or have any suggestions, please email us at pinataheart@bigplanet.com. Sonrisa [MF light bondage rom] by celia batau, (C)2001 Sonrisa "Come on, floja!" Javier laughed and hopped off the hood of the truck. Carefully, he stepped barefooted from the dirt road and toward the cliff face, picking his way through the sharp rocks and cactus needles for several meters before stopping, throwing his arms out, face up in the sunlight. Gamela smiled from the shade of the open door of the truck and watched him. He was a little stick in the light. A little brown stick. Not that he didn't look good, she thought. He did. Especially in those baggy cutoffs. But whom was she kidding? She was wearing less than that, meaning nothing. Well except for the chain around her ankles and the one chaining her wrists to her neck. Gamela looked down at her bare feet resting on the running board, then back up at Javier picking his way farther along. Taking a deep breath, she slipped herself carefully out of her seat and onto the ground. Then sliding the door shut with her bottom, she hobbled along behind him. The earth spun out around her like dust, cactus and glitter in the sun. If she ignored the truck behind her, she could almost forget "when" she was, and just let her senses soak into the timeless landscape. The sky was an even turquoise blue. And the air wasn't too bright if she kept her eyes on where she was stepping. But every once in a while she would glance up at the long scar of cliff before them, where the Anasazi used to live those hundreds of years ago, empty now, it's mud walls and dwellings crumbling at the bottom, but its face still bright in the mid-morning sun. And except for those, Gamela couldn't see any sign of civilization anywhere. No power lines. No trash. No nothing. It made her feel a little better walking naked and chained out in the open, but she still couldn't keep herself from looking back at the road every few minutes. About halfway to the cliff face, Gamela stopped. "I'm gonna burn out here," she called. Javier ignored her. "Hey, I'm going to get stupid tanlines, pendejo!" That stopped him. He turned around to see Gamela grinning at him. He studied her silently until he could see her fidgeting under his gaze. "You want an even worse tanline, perra?" She thought about it. "Chango," she growled. "Alma de mi corazon." "Loser." "Querida." "Bum." "Puppy." They stared at each other, then started laughing. "Ok. Ok," Javier said waving his hands in the air as he stepped back to her. But instead of releasing her, he swept her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way. Gamela stared up at the cliff as Javier carried her into its shade where he had left a ladder already positioned against one of the cliff walls. With a quick kiss, he set Gamela back onto her feet and unlocked her wrists, throat and ankles. Gamela stretched her arms and flapped them to undo the stiffness. "Hey, you could have taken these off back at the truck." Javier gestured her to climb the steps. "Yeah," he said, "but I like seeing you like that. Up!" Gamela grumbled but climbed. When she reached the top, she was able to put her hands on the lip of an entrance into one of the rooms. Two more rungs and Gamela was able to kneel in the opening and look inside. "Hey! Hey, wait!" she called, "there's somebody's stuff in here. We can't go in." "It's ok; it's mine." Javier slapped her bottom and pushed her in. The room was small, a lot smaller than what she thought it would be, but maybe it was just this one room. And it was cool inside, but dusty. It looked like Javier had tried to sweep it out but without success. Gamela crawled in. Seeing Javier's Navajo blanket folded next to his blue backpack, she took it and unrolled it on the floor just as he reached the top of the ladder. "How do you like it?" he asked. "I like it," Gamela agreed. "Good," he said, and took a sip from the water bottle. Then he tipped the bottle in her direction, offering it, but she shook her head. Javier tossed Gamela's chains onto the blanket and crawled inside. Gamela settled onto her knees in the center of the blanket and allowed Javier to rebind her wrists to her neck and attach her hobble. He leaned back and took another sip from the bottle. Then, almost as an afterthought, Javier reached back to his pack and fished out another chain, locking one end to the center link of the hobble and bringing the loose end up between Gamela's thighs to loop around her waist. Gamela winced as the cold metal touched her, but she settled into it. Looking at the chains she realized she really couldn't leave now without his help. The thought stirred warm shivers inside. -- For the billionth time that morning and afternoon, Gamela blinked her eyes sluggishly and waited while Javier sketched yet another portrait of her. Silently, she let him adjust her into another of the few positions the chains allowed. Then she went back to waiting. "I'm bored," she announced. "Be quiet," he replied. "At least let me read one of your books." Javier looked up from his pad. "You want to stay here all night, too?" Gamela stuck out her tongue. "That's beautiful, baby," he said and started sketching again. "Keep it up and maybe we'll never leave." "Shut up! I've got a test in algebra tomorrow and I'm already getting a bad enough grade." "So what? Who needs math when we can grow corn and, I don't know, raise lizards or something?" "And babies?" He winced for a second and then laughed. "Yeah, lots of babies." Gamela shifted her sore bottom off her heels. Tugging the ankle chains, she found them not too tight and she carefully slid her feet outward until her bottom rested flat on the blanket. Javier watched her motions with a slight grin. Putting down the art pad, he leaned back on his palms to watch. Gamela looked back up to see him smiling, and pouted. Javier's gaze traveled down her body, focusing on her curves as she slowly rose on her knees as far as the chain allowed. Pretending to ignore him, she stretched, pulling her elbows to her sides to reveal her breasts, and letting her hips roll while she yawned. Then she pouted again and waited for Javier to meet her gaze before starting a slow shuffle towards him. Gamela reached his crossed legs and leaned forward to kiss the little line of hair beneath his navel as she released the zipper of his shorts with her fingers. Javier lifted himself a little and helped her free his semi-hard penis. Gamela looked at it for a moment, saying nothing. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Ven," she replied, and grabbing his tool, began to shuffle back toward her end of the blanket. Suppressing a smile he let himself be pulled along. Gamela then let go and just let his manhood rest across the palm of her hand. Her face was completely serious now, focused. Gently she began to curl her fingers and caress the underside. At the same time she opened her mouth and let her tongue reach out and flick against the tip. Slowly, Gamela let her mouth come closer to him, letting her lips graze the surface as she took him in. At that moment the outside world was forgotten. Her tongue. His hardness. Her fingers. His smell. Dully, she felt fingers reach down to her and she increased her motions, finding her rhythm over and over again, not wanting to get him off, just wanting to extend this rare intimacy she was giving him for as long as she could. Soon Javier adjusted himself against her in that way that told her he was close. Suddenly she felt herself being pushed back, so she let go of him and let herself be eased onto the blanket, feet sliding so the soles lay flat, knees wide. She looked up at him, and for a moment he looked like one of those stick figures in a cave painting, all skinny with a point. A point that he now brought down to her as he lowered himself above her. "Puppy," he whispered as he kissed her. "Hombre," she whispered as she met his kiss. Gamela moaned into Javier's mouth as his free hand slid along the chain links down her belly, brushing the skin, trailing the line the chains pulled into her flesh, over her mons and down between her heat and sweetness. Gamela bit his lip and stabbed with her tongue as he stroked her. Something bucked inside her. This room was so ancient, and Javier was too nice. She didn't want it nice. Nice was for his lopsided bed with the curtains closed. Nice was for dinner and a movie. Gamela wanted rough. She wanted that stick figure. She wanted the natives of this cliff. She wanted earth goddesses and fertility dances, warriors screaming at the skies, heated blood pumping and pumping. She moaned again, "Horita." Javier complied. With a firm hand, he rolled Gamela onto her front. Gamela instinctively pushed back into him. Gently, he took hold of her bottom and entered her from behind. Gamela cried out and bit her hand. Taking him in just made the heat worse, the pressure stronger. Gamela pulled against her bonds. Her face slid from her hands and pressed her hot breath into the blanket. She wanted to scream at that moment, to crush him between her legs, her arms, but she couldn't. She couldn't grab hold of him anywhere but that one place that was anything but enough. All she could do was push back against him. Ball her hands into fists while Javier kept pumping. "Be a man," she groaned. He had to be close. He had to. Each new thrust now lifted her off the blanket, sliding them inches across the floor. With each retreat she arched her back, heard his labored breathing, felt them touch again and again. Gamela clung to him, squeezing him each time until he pushed forward hard and was momentarily stiff. She lifted her hips, burying him deep, as far as she could, stretching her limbs against the chains. Then suddenly Javier pulled back and quickly started thrusting. One more, one more she cried each time until the pressure tightened too much: it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, now now now now! Now. -- Slowly the world came back around her piece by piece as the flood ebbed from her and left her feeling soft and happy. Gamela rolled back over. Javier dropped his head to her chest and she felt that first, and then his weight and the ache in her shoulder blades and bottom. Oh, but it was a nice ache. Gamela smiled and turned her head so she could look out through the opening at the sky, still a beautiful blue but darker now. She wiggled herself under his weight. "It's getting late," she whispered. "Hmmn?" "Ay, it's getting late. Get off me!" Reluctantly, Javier rolled off onto his side beside her. He propped his head on a hand. "Hey, madwoman, I should bring you here more often," he said grinning. "Shut up, menso!" she laughed. Javier put his free hand on her belly and stroked it while she stared at the ceiling. Gamela lay quietly and wondered about all the life this room had held. All the children. All the lovers. All the generations, so many she couldn't count them. Everything for thousands of years, and she and Javier were just one little part. She looked over and into his eyes. Naked, he could be any man, any time. And she could be any woman, any time. It made her dizzy thinking about it. "Come on, earth goddess," Javier said getting up, "you're going to ruin my blanket." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+