Message-ID: <48796asstr$1092211804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <souvieNOSPAM@mindspring.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Souvie <souvieNOSPAM@mindspring.com> Reply-To: Souvie <souvie@mindspring.com> X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-Original-Message-ID: <88530383031.20040810165801@mindspring.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 16:58:01 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Riptides" (M/F) Lines: 49 Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 04:10:04 -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/Year2004/48796> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Author: Souvie Title: Riptides Part: 1 of 1 Summary: Death is never easy. Feedback is greatly appreciated. souvie at mindspring dot com This is a work that's been sitting on my computer since July of 2003. I finally decided that I didn't want to do anything more with it, and I guess it's okay to stand on its own. Does this mean I'm back in the swing of writing? No. Not by a long shot. Just trying to clear space on my computer. = = = = = = = = = = "Riptides" by Souvie copyright August 2004 I sometimes stare at the ocean for so long that I become a part of it. Until every other sound fades away, and my whole world is reduced to the pounding of the waves on the rocks. The smell of the salty air becomes so strong I fear I'll smother. I can feel my body transform: my legs and feet become columns of sand, my breasts are pink-tipped conch shells, my lips a coral grotto, my eyes pearls, my hair floating along the surface like seaweed. I could stare at the ocean forever. On the surface it never seems to change, but underneath . . . underneath it never stays the same. * * * He found the note inside the hollow of the old apple tree. It had been their secret place; silent witness to the first time they'd made love. He read the note, a hitch in his throat. He breathed deeply, trying to find his equilibrium, but the ocean stretched out in the distance, silent waves lapping against the oblivious shore. It was more than a reminder of her soft gasps of pleasure as he'd flicked his tongue against her clit; nails digging into his hips as she urged him to slow down; the feel of her smooth, bare legs wrapped around his waist, viselike as she moaned with release; his head cradled between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat as the sun dipped in the sky and apple blossoms drifted over them in a blanket of white. He wiped his eyes, clutched the note to his chest, and walked back toward the house. Behind him, the tree swayed silently in the breeze. -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+