Message-ID: <44427asstr$1064347810@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <meem17@mwmw.com> From: Meme Mispelt <meem17@mwmw.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <Pine.BSF.4.21.0309231353070.66029-100000@mwmw.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 14:03:42 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} <*> Something New (Meme Misspelt) FF rom Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 16:10:10 -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/Year2003/44427> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman DISCLAIMER: This is a work of adult fiction, and is not intended for minors, any persons likely to be offended by explicit erotic content, or for distribution in any area where possession may violate laws or community standards. The author retains copyright in this work; you are hereby granted license to download, print and/or archive this work for personal use only. License is not granted to archive, or publish this work by any means in any publicly available archive, or physical form, except for ASSTR, without the author's prior consent. Please just ask first, okay? The author loves feedback, criticism and even hate mail, but not viruses! jeez, lay off already with that, puhleeze: meem17@pottedmeatmwmw.com Take out the potted meat before e-mailing, else yr mail will spoil. The author wishes to once again gratefully acknowledge the contributions made to this story by its editor, a. Not to mention the initial inspiration. Story codes: FF rom Something New by Meme Misspelt Carol heard the front door bang open, then close, heard murmured endearments to their cat. A few moments later came the crinkly thud of groceries being dropped on the kitchen counter, and then Mia appeared in the door of the cramped little office where Carol did most of her work. Mia looked more composed than someone who'd just gotten off the commuter rail had any right to. "Hi," she said. "How's my favorite pornographer doing?" Carol scowled at the computer screen, not bothering to conceal her irritation. "Lousy." Mia moved to stand behind her. She rested her fingertips on Carol's shoulders and kneaded her tenseness with strong thumbs. "What's the matter?" Carol gasped a little at her girlfriend's touch. "Oh, that's lovely. Mmm." She shrugged. "I'm just stuck is all. Frustrated. You are _so_ good at that." Mia leaned over with her mouth close to Carol's ear. Her hair tickled Carol's neck and she shivered. "Poor baby," Mia purred. "Working so hard." Carol felt her face redden, and Mia must have felt her stiffen a fraction. "I'm not being sarcastic," she said. "I'm not saying I don't, but you do, you work really hard." Her fingers kept moving on Carol's sore muscles. Carol shrugged again. "I'm working hard on smutty trash," she said derisively. "I like smutty trash." Mia's moist breath in her ear made Carol shudder. "What are you stuck on? Can I help?" "It's just, I feel like I'm writing the same scenes over and over again." Carol reached her hands behind the chair and grabbed her partner's thighs. "I feel like you and I can fuck a million times and it's always exciting, it's never exactly the same. But when I write about it I get stuck in the vocabulary." She skimmed over what she'd been writing. "Kiss, lick, nibble, nip, lap, flick, bite, suck. There's only so many words for each thing, and only so many things people can do with each other." Mia dropped a series of little kisses trailing from just behind Carol's earlobe toward the nape of her neck. "So bring in a Doberman," she mumbled. Carol sighed, a strange mixture of mingled fading exasperation and growing excitement. "That's just what I don't want to do. I feel like that's the easy way out, to increase the novelty by making it more perverse. Once you start with that, where do you stop? I want to write about people who are comfortable together and who love each other. But I don't want it to be cookie-cutter." Mia was working seriously on Carol's neck with her lips and the barest brushes of her tongue tip. "You're making it really heard to concentrate on being exasperated," Carol said with almost the last of her petulance. She writhed in the chair. "You have the most sensitive neck I've ever seen. It's amazing. I love it." "I just wish there was something new. One new sex act nobody ever thought of or wrote about." "_I_ just wish you'd go lie down so I could kiss your neck properly." Mia slid her hands down under Carol's arms and tugged impatiently. "Up, up." Carol let herself be guided into the bedroom. Mia pulled Carol's blouse off and dropped it carelessly to the floor. She pulled Carol into a tight embrace, kissing along her jawline while she deftly unhooked her bra. She yanked Carol's skirt and panties down. Gently but firmly she pushed Carol face-down onto the unmade bed. She made tiny little circles around the nape of Carol's neck with her tongue, and dragged the damp inside of her lip along her lover's smooth skin. Her fingertips skated over Carol's back. They left sensations in their wake like tiny electric shocks. She dug her fingers in to massage rigid spots for a few seconds, then let them glide on again. Carol squirmed and moaned happily. "I didn't even ask you about your day," she mumbled guiltily. "It was fine," Mia assured her. "Hush and be kissed." "If you insist." Carol closed her eyes and let herself relax into the sensations. She felt a little as if she were floating on dense, dense water. "World's prettiest neck," Mia murmured into her skin. Carol gasped and shuddered. "And most sensitive. So exciting. Wanna see?" Carol felt something moist against her lips and opened her mouth delightedly to accept a finger coated with the taste of her lover's pussy. Mia nibbled Carol's ear as she sucked at her finger. "You know what I want to do to your neck?" she whispered. Carol shook her head. "I want to fuck it," Mia said. "I want to fuck your neck." Carol giggled. "You want to what?" She started to turn over. Mia pushed down hard on her shoulder. "Lie still." Her voice was nearly stern. She pulled away and Carol heard rustling sounds as her partner disrobed. Then she felt Mia's knees settling on either side of her head. The air above Carol's neck felt charged and dangerous, like an open field before a sudden summer storm. Mia rocked from side to side slightly, spreading her knees wider, and Carol felt the delicate touch of soft wet flesh, like multiple simultaneous kisses. She shivered violently and groaned. "You like that?" Mia's voice was husky. "Yeah," Carol breathed. Carol felt Mia's fingertips reach between her thighs to pull her lips open as much as she could. Mia leaned forward and the delicious pressure increased. "Mmm," Mia said. "I like it too. Oh!" Mia rocked back and forth and slid her pussy over Carol's neck. It felt wild and strange and terrifically exciting. "Touch yourself while I fuck you," Mia instructed. Carol was happy to comply. She pulled her knees up to raise her ass a little so her fingers had better access. Mia twisted slightly from side to side and from back to front. "Mmm, yeah," she sighed. "The soft little hairs at the back of your neck kinda tickle my clit. It feels great." Carol strummed her hand across her own clitoris. "Yeah," Mia gasped again. "Are you fucking yourself?" Carol slid two fingers inside herself, and curled them slightly, straining to graze her G-spot with her fingertips. "Yes," she said obediently. "Good girl," Mia said approvingly. "Grind the heel of your hand against your clit." "Yes." Mia arched back and grabbed Carol's ass cheeks. "I love it when you jerk yourself off," she whispered. "It makes me so hot. I love your fucking neck, I love fucking your neck." Their moans mingled with the sounds of rustling bedclothes and the faint complaints of the mattress. "Fuck!" Mia gasped suddenly. "I'm going to come. I'm going to cream all over your neck!" She stopped moving for a second and Carol felt the weight on her increase for a second before Mia's body bucked and twitched above her. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, God!" Mia knelt above her, breathing raggedly. She leaned over to support herself against the wall for a few moments as she recovered a little from the force of her orgasm. Carol's fingers kept moving busily. After a minute or so Mia lay down, half on top of Carol. She started to lick up the wetness she'd left on her partner's skin and the touch of her partner's tongue sent Carol over the edge. She clasped her knees together and clenched her teeth tight. The orgasm rattled her like an earthquake. She rode through its rumbles and gasped through the aftershocks. They lay drowsily together afterwards, caressing each other gently. Carol turned her head to kiss Mia searchingly. "God," she murmured. "You are _so_ inventive." Mia seemed half-asleep. Her mumbled response didn't quite reach language. Carol was wide awake, her head spinning. After a while she pulled herself free of Mia's embrace. The motion half-roused her girlfriend. She made a querulous noise. Carol kissed her forehead. "Rest," she said tenderly. "I need to go write a little more. I got some new inspiration for the scene I was stuck on." -- Meme Misspelt -- http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/meme_misspelt/www/ -- 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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+