Message-ID: <51574asstr$1122030603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "Cyn69u" <cynthiak69u@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1121900956.626774.66990@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2005 23:09:22 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=12.221.208.215; posting-account=CPfEqQ0AAACELDf2fKKr6bAOI2OVHZGb X-Greylisting: NO DELAY (Relay+Sender autoqualified); processed by UCSD_GL-v1.3 on mailbox7.ucsd.edu; Wed, 20 July 2005 16:09:27 -0700 (PDT) X-Spamscanner: mailbox7.ucsd.edu (v1.6 Apr 6 2005 07:48:50, -1.7/5.0 3.0.0) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 54197 j6KN9Q32080448 mailbox7.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 20 Jul 2005 16:09:16 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} When One Is Set Free, Freedom Must Be A Passion Lines: 183 Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 07:10:03 -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/Year2005/51574> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge From: cyn@xxx.com To : ken@xxx.com Subject : i finally got through. we traveled from the time you dropped me at the airport until sunday night at 5pm. airplane, airplane, bus, train, ferry. long trip! we are staying on murano. it is small and doesn't have internet cafes and we have no phone. the phone cards are in italian and useless unless you have an interpreter and i don't. i miss you and wish you were here. happy father's day yesterday. sunday anna, another art buyer and i went to some museums in venice, it rained all day and we were soaked to the bone and freezing but it was great fun. there is a restaurant we go to alot in venice the waiters and the chef know us well now. the chef kisses us when we come in. they like us there and don't mind our rambunctiousness. our seminar was taught by an italian who doesn't speak english so he worked with an interpreter. it takes forever and is difficult to remain awake. i am skipping the afternoon meetings to write you because this is the only access time i have to a computer. venice is great, we have to travel everywhere in little boats. it is beautiful. i like murano, it is small and quiet., like a little town.the shops here are awesome, the prices are high though. one of the artist/interpreters, bruno, is also cutting class with me today and has promised me a tour through the canals, he has a cool looking speed boat. today should be much more exciting. on saturday we leave for florence. tell the girls hi for me. i love you, cyn From: ken@xxx.com To : cyn@xxx.com Subject : Look out for hotblooded Italians Good to hear from you! I Love you and I missed your sexy bod next to mine last night, I am lucky to have a babe like you. Sounds like you are enjoying most of the trip, hope you have a good time on your boat ride, have some fun like a told you before you left. Buy yourself something new while you are there, don't worry so much about how much it costs, get something a little more sexy, after all you are in Italy. Just don't forget about little ole me. I LOVE YOU! Ken From: cyn@xxx.com To : ken@xxx.com Subject : RE: Look out for hotblooded Italians hey baby i am too tired to go to the seminar, im skipping out of the afternnon seminars again today, hiding in the computer cafe. i got in late, 3am. bruno was a blast, i went out with the idea of being a free woman like you suggested, but bruno was too much the gentleman after he found out i was a married woman. at one point i thought i might have some fun as bruno let me steer his boat, he got right behind me to help me and the bouncing movement of the water was rubbing my rear against him, i felt his itallian hard on through his pants.it was exciting while it lasted, the only thing was that i thought about you the whole time.bruno had to take over the wheel when we got into some traffic and the "ride" was over. we stopped in a club and had wine, the wine has so much more character here. anyway over the wine we talked about ourselves and after he found out that you were back home he began acting different. i didn't say anything, i don't want to seem like a slut or anything. bruno has a brother, fabio who is a photographer, and he invited me out tonight on another boating adventure we are going a restaurant in tripoli, which is off the coast. we leave for florence at 9 a.m. tommorrow, so this is my last night in venice. i love you and haven't forgotten about little ole you. cyn From: ken@xxx.com To : cyn@xxx.com Subject : Boner ride Wow sounds like you are having a good time, hope you don't get in trouble missing out on so many seminars. I guess a "boner ride" is at least something to remember the trip by. I am golfing tommorrow, I hope you have a good time with Fabio tonight, he sounds like a playboy to me.:-- < From: cyn@xxx.com To : ken@xxx.com Subject : RE: Boner ride hi sorry for not sending you mail. it is sunday here. we left for florence on saturday morning and after the train ride and a late night i slept when we got in. i hope you were serious about me finding my freedom here, fabio made me a "free" woman on friday night. i feel like i was set free but yet i feel like you wont forgive me. love you cyn From: ken@xxx.com To : cyn@xxx.com Subject : Congratulations Cyn I would not have given you permission to have fun if I thought it would bring division between us. I am hoping that your freedom will add some spark to my dull and boring life. I would like to here what happened, the idea of it turns me on! I Love You, Ken From: cyn@xxx.com To : ken@xxx.com Subject : RE: Congratulations its monday night here. i went to all the seminars today. no one has seemed to notice that i had skipped out in venice. i have delayed sending you mail trying to get the courage to tell you about fabio and how much to say. here goes. the ride to tripoli was wild, his boat was faster than brunos, we went screaming fast. the wind first folded my eyelids back and i couldnt see very well. then the wind blew my new up top over my breasts, i had decided to ditch the bra. the cool wind on my bare nipples felt good, fabio just reached over like he owned me and pulled my nipple with one hand while he kept the boat at full speed. each wave bounced my breasts up and down while his fingers held tight to my nipple. it almost hurt sometimes but it made me horny. as we came near the island he slowed down and brought his mouth to suck my titties for just a tease of a time. he pulled my top back up as we docked the boat and went to the restuarant. we had to climb up a rock embanckment to get to the restaurant. the ceiling was a grape arbor, it was beautiful. the tables and benches were tree branches and there was an outside wood burning oven and grill. they made their own family wine. we had several courses. huge platters of mussels and clams. a platters of fresh anchvies and baby lobsters. fresh tuna and squid and eel. i forgot how many glasses of wine i drank along with their private grappa. fabio had to hold me around the waist to get me back down the rocks to get in the boat. once there he kissed me passioantely. i knew i was in trouble then. the ride home was crazier than the ride there. as soon as we were up to speed i took off all my clothes and felt the stinging of the wind and water across my nakedness. fabio took a different route back to mirano. he said it was called the lovers channel. we really didnt waste any time he stopped off to the side and after i let him kiss me and suck my nipples again. they got so hard from the wind they are still hard now. it was so dreamy i remember looking around at the coastline lights and the stars as he took me on the cushion of his boat seat. his cock was so huge i am glad i was so turned on and wet or he would have had trouble getting it in me. he fucked me for at least 30 minutes. i must have had five orgasms. when we got back we went to fabios apartment we showered together and i spent the night there at his place. i hope you are not disappointed in me for giving myself up to him even though you gave me permission to have fun. even though the rest of the night was not as much on the edge as the boat ride to his place it passion that i will always remember. i hope you are not so jealous and dont mind me saying that fabio was truly an itallion stallion. i know i dont like to put your dick in my mouth but i wanted to suck his fat cock so bad. i was able to get all of it down my throat until my chin was against his nut sack. he fucked my mouth while his balls slapped my chin. he was delicious. he ate my pussy out until i flooded him with my juices. i want you to eat my pussy when i get home Kenny. i never knew it was so fulfilling. my pussy is sore from taking him all night long. he was able to fuck for over an hour sometimes and was ready to go again in 15 minutes. we fucked in all positions his cock is about ten inches long and he could put it in me while i was lying flat on my tummy. i liked it best doggy style though. god my pussy hurts from his pounding but its making me horny telling uou about it. i am going to leave the internet cafe before someone knows. my pussy is all wet. fabio is truly a stud. hope you are happy love cyn -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+