Message-ID: <31051asstr$993388202@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: <993374040.213530@news1.bigplanet.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 Cache-Post-Path: news1.bigplanet.com!unknown@1cust69.tnt15.lax3.da.uu.net X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.3 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) Subject: {ASSM} {hopperswap} Hyakushutsu {celia batau} (F-solo} Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 09:10:02 -0400 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/Year2001/31051> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly hi everyone! this story is from the hopperswap between KatieMcN and us. we each gave the other two or three story ideas and chose two to put together into a story. :) a glossary for the japanese words is at the end of the story. :) 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. If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at pinataheart@bigplanet.com. enjoy! -cb Hyakushutsu celia batau, (C)2001 How odd to see the snow falling over a hot spring, Emiko thought as she relaxed neck deep in the warm water. A single lantern at the edge of the garden enclosing the onsen cast a warm yellow glow but little light. Emiko rested her head back against the wooden edge of the tub and stared at the stars. They were so different everywhere she went, like fingerprints left on her memory, reminding her of the seasons, the new friends, new foods, new lands. Back in Nagano, she reencountered the familiar voices, but never the same faces. Slowly, Emiko's finger traced the line of an areola beneath the water. While her thoughts drifted, her hands continued the soothing play, eventually finding their way southward between her thighs and into the softest of her skin. Emiko closed her eyes and let herself melt into the warm water. Thoughts and memories swirled between the gentle motion of her fingertips until the sub-electric ripples swelled and spread through her senses. Emiko opened her eyes and was surprised to see nothing. The lamp must have gone out, she thought, and continued to gently float, though it took several moments for her to realize what she was no longer floating in. Suddenly, Emiko's senses snapped awake as fear gripper her. Her body twisted to find purchase against the tub, against anything. But there was nothing. Then first where there was nothing began a soft amber glow, which quickly manifested into filaments of light, that became upon closer inspection more like linked medallions, with scattered dandelion shaped balls of white light interspersed in helical lines between and throughout. Like strange deep sea creatures, the enormous filaments danced and circled, oblivious to her presence. Emiko stared, eyes wide. Surprisingly, the longer she watched, the more sense the chaotic dance made. The whole soon appeared to her as spheres within spheres. It was almost as if she just reached out, she could touch the delicate strands of light. Slowly, the spheres turned. Willing herself forward to touch the outermost sphere, Emiko found herself in the path of one of the giant balls of light. The impact made no sensation as Emiko passed into it, but when she reached the center of the being, she was overcome by a feeling of peace stronger than anything she had ever experienced before. Then merging with the peace came a soft gentle love that enveloped her. At that moment, Emiko knew it was alive. Opening herself up, she greeted each sensation openly, absorbing this gift of contact, when suddenly she passed through the other side of the being. "No, wait!" Emiko begged as the peace faded. Emiko could still feel the slender ribbons of love connecting her, but they too dissolved, leaving her completely alone again. Don't leave me, she cried, but already the shape was moving away. And with it pulled her heart, torn in part by the separation. Emiko wept, more in anguish than in pain as her world returned to blackness. -- The next morning was cold and bright. In a private room of the ryokan, Emiko took breakfast with two other female guests. "I really do need this vacation." The single mother seated across the table announced and tasted a slice of pickled cabbage with a thoughtful expression. Her face glowed, scrubbed and fresh. Her short black hair was clipped into a barrette in the back, giving her a youthful appearance. "Yes, I agree." Emiko replied. Her heart still ached from the separation, and the sense of loss and emptiness lingered behind every thought and motion. As she sat and stared at her soba, the tears began to fall. "Emiko, are you all right?" the third member of their group, an architect, asked as she leaned forward, concerned. "I'm ok." Emiko covered, "Everything is so beautiful." The architect smiled. "Not everything." The two women turned to her. "Legend has it. . . ," "Legend has it," the single mother interrupted, "That always sounds so funny, doesn't it? Like a ghost story or something." Emiko nodded, but continued listening. "Six hundred years ago, Okinamura, the land where this spa is built, was a small farming village. The local Diamyo was especially cruel, and when one year the crops failed to produce, the Diamyo put the entire village to death." Later, when the waitress had removed their dishes, Emiko stood and made her farewells. Leaving the room, she followed the hall in the direction of her room. "Hey, Emiko san!" Emiko turned to see the single mother standing at the entrance to the private room. "Remember not to sleep with your head to the north," she called, "That's how the dead sleep!" The single mother smiled and waved, then disappeared down the hall. -- That night, Emiko slipped alone back into the garden and into her tub. And like the night before, the heated vapor flushed her cheeks, but didn't ease her anxiousness. The thought of not being able to recreate the previous night twisted her stomach. So settling into the same spot as before, she waited until she was confident she wouldn't have any interruptions before sliding her hands to her breasts. Tentatively, she caressed the undersides of each until the warmth and her own touch eased her back into the languid state where her thoughts became no more substantial than the mist escaping the surface of the water. Soon, she felt the desire to touch herself and let her focus turn to the pleasantness building below. She stroked her labia, letting her touch run along and between, then lightly circling her clitoris before returning to her center. This time, her orgasm came faster and washed her up and out of the world. Emiko opened her eyes to the glow. The serenity that enveloped her the night before returned. Strange hands immediately reached out to her, to caress her human form. Bathed in the attention, she allowed them the freedom of her body. Emiko felt no fear, only the desire for the magical touch never to stop. "Hana litau inali da." It was a voice. At first Emiko wasn't sure she had heard it, as the soft tones almost blended completely with the sensations. "We move creation?" Emiko asked. Somehow she understood the meaning, even if she didn't understand the words. "Explain, please?" Instead of answering, the hands moved around her, pointing her towards the spheres. Emiko waited, not understanding what they were telling her, but then she saw it. It was in the patterns of the dance. It was creation. -- Driven by an unmistakable inner certainty, Emiko found herself up before dawn. Leaving the front door to the spa behind her, she followed a narrow path that ran parallel to the more modern asphalt road until it turned in the direction of Okinamura. Somehow, she knew where she was going, as if pulled by some spot beyond her vision, but it was so clear, guiding her like a compass point. By sunset, Emiko had crossed into uneven ground, and by night back into smooth flat earth, though Emiko had little sense of the time as she walked. Without a touch, without a single sensual thought, Emiko began to feel her desire rise. It stoked a faint steady heat that she hadn't noticed until that moment, but which had been with her since the morning. Emiko began shedding her clothing piece by piece as she tripped through the wild grass. The air was frigid, but it made her feel more awake than she had been all day. She stopped. Emiko stood naked in the moonlight. The stars blazed above her, as if calling her, and the small random patches of snow scattered across the ground reflected the light in their own constellations. She knew she was somewhere in the ruined village, though nothing in the dark revealed itself. Closing her eyes, she brought her hand to the hidden spot between her legs and pressed on her clitoris. This time there was no greeting, no dandelion balls of white light. Emiko was gliding over the surface of a sphere, much in the same way she imagined one would glide over the surface of a moon. "Don't leave me." At that moment Emiko spoke, she noticed a slight fissure in the surface. Emiko couldn't believe it. Quickly the fissure grew into a space, and the timing of the sphere's movement changed in compensation. She willed herself toward it, forgetting everything else around her. "Don't leave me." As Emiko neared the fissure, she felt her body shifting, revolving and evolving in complicated convolutions that seemed more natural than the heavy awkward form she was used to. Emiko's senses also began to stretch as her limbs transformed, giving her a glimpse of the wonder she was about to become a part of. Gravity. Laws of magnetism. The spin of galaxies and the fluidity of electrons flowed through her vision. It was all too much for Emiko, but at last as she reached out to the perfect beings on either side to join in the dance, it made a simple sense to her. It was an understanding so basic that she couldn't imagine ever not knowing it. Something so pure and beautiful as to completely overwhelm the fragile illusion of a woman named Emiko, the simple fallible girl who never knew where she was going until she arrived. -- glossary onsen - hot spring ryokan - Japanese inn soba - wheat noodles in broth nagano - a prefecture in Japan celia batau's story site: http://www.myplanet.net/pinataheart/stories.htm -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+