Message-ID: <41631asstr$1049505005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <mrledft@aol.com> From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20030404092516.28788.00000383@mb-cg.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 04 Apr 2003 14:25:16 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Welcome Home, Pt. 1 by imzadi Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 20:10:05 -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/Year2003/41631> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2003. Other stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink Welcome Home As Alexandra drove to the airport pickup terminal, many thoughts raced through her mind as she realized she was finally seeing Robert again. Parking the car, she entered the cool air conditioned building. Driving around with the sunroof open had made her feel a bit sticky in the warm April air. Scanning the board for his arrival time it looked like the plane was going to be on time. She took a seat and waited. Her legs crossed and dangling to the floor, she straightened her skirt and checked her blouse, she wanted to look her best for Robert. She wanted to be the ONLY thing he saw as he walked down the concourse toward her. As she sat there, two sisters dressed in their flowing habits sat down beside her. Alex offered a warm, gently smile to them as they chattered in Latin to one another. She wondered if nuns are really celibate? Do they have sexual needs? Do they lock their doors at night in secrecy and turn to a computer and look at men and women having sex? Perhaps even lesbians having sex? Bondage scenes maybe? Do they download flics and raise their holy dresses to finger their pussies while stifling their moans deep in their throats so no one will hear? Do they satisfy their own needs with each other? Alex could not help but think about these unanswered questions that ran wildly through her mind. The man that was sitting across from her sparked her imagination too. He looked to be 30 or 32 with two small children hanging to his knee. (Probably waiting on mommy to come home.) Was he the perfect husband, father, bread winner, successful in his job? She wondered if deep inside, this average man, harbored dark secrets of torture, pain and pleasure somewher on his weekend trips away from the family? "Flight 612 arriving at gate 42." The announcement brought her back to reality. Robert was the first person down the concourse. A smile slipped across her lips as she stood and walked toward him. He enfolded her in his arms and they kissed for the longest time it seemed. He had been away in Europe for almost eight weeks on business. Email's and phone calls had helped Alex keep her sanity but she was aching for her Master's touch again. -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+