This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Last
Skyline Twilight
By
Kestie FreeHawk <starrie@qwest.net>
In the sultry summer humidity, lit by the waning light of day. The two are absent from the noise of the party. Standing together on the balcony to watch the last pitiful gasp of the sun as it melds into the murky twilight. Pots of greenery are artfully scattered about to make coves and grottos for couples to disappear into. Savage surging and pounding comes from the sound system as the host displays how with it he is using only the newest and most outrageous music.
Insert MP3 of your favorite outrageous new group here.
Predators, salesmen and the like, circle and hunt inside, looking for the weak to corner and pigeonhole into safe classifications. The two have removed themselves from the hunt and are isolating themselves from the melee. They are dressed in the clothes that make then feel so clean that nothing could or should touch them. The clothes that instantly get doors opened. Both are dressed for power. She is in a blue dress that shimmers and sparkles as she moves, and he is in the very stiff and proper tuxedo. Her healthy tanned skin peeps and flashes out of the rare slits and low places of the dress. There is a flash of tasteful jewelry at her ears and throat, and heavens aroma follows the pair.
Insert detailed descriptions or JPG's of yourself and your desired mate here.
She takes the cigarette in her hand, and runs her fingers softly up the whole length of it, to straighten the slight bends in it prior to lighting it. She plays with it, softly stroking the whole length of it with her finger tips again and again. She looks him steadily in the eyes and then tips her head sideways and drops her eyes to the cigarette. She lazily lets the tip of her tongue moisten her lipstick red lips and then places the tubular length filter first between her lips. Softly and carefully so as not to crush the thing. She holds his eyes in hers and then slightly smiles a challenge. Never taking his eyes from her delicious lips he flicks the lighter.
Drawn to the flame, she leans her head in such that just the very tip of the cigarette reaches the flame. She draws a sharp inward breath to pull the sweet tantalizing smoke into her mouth. She experiences the wet scintillating sudden rush that always accompanies the first pull of that sensuous but deadly smoke. She lifts her tongue a little and lets it roll and play through the smoke and then lets a trickle touch the back of her throat. She exhales letting her tongue play around in the thick murky white evidence. Still keeping the steady look at his eyes, she crushes the thing in a handy ashtray and says breathily "Okay, now I have broken your rule and smoked, what are you going to do about it?"
"My dear," he said in a voice that brooks no denial, "prepare for the spanking of your life." Taking her bare arm in his slightly warm hand he escorts her through the swirl of the party. They gather their coats and take the elevator down to their floor. They have already planned a room in this hotel for the night, knowing that this would be the probable result of their meeting. They have been emailing each other for almost a year prior to the convention.
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He holds her arm in such a way that during the whole walk he has opportunity to examine her luscious curved bottom and once or twice he almost reaches out a hand to pat it. She is very aware of his attention to her posterior and moves it in a manner designed aeons ago to elicit the response she can feel emanating from him. She turns her head slightly and looks away quickly as he reaches for the key to the room. They enter the room.
Insert all the detailed JPG's you want about spanking position, instrument of torture and spanking action here. Insert all the JPG's of sex you want as well. Its okay, it's all good. AVI's are fine too. If you desire you can email the thing to your mate and you might, depending on how good the pictures are, get a vacation from it. Jewelry is a possibility too.
Katrina finishes pounding the keyboard and looks at the sheer tripe she has just written with dismay. She then decides to go to bed and finish the fantasy there with her mate. She thinks about how fine a man he is for putting up with her quirky view of life and sense of humor. He finishes looking at his downloads from Usenet on his computer, and follows her in. There is a gentle urging heard from the bedroom in a distinctly
male voice, 'Come, love, it's time.'
The End
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Reviews
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
This story was great. It made me hot to be able to picture myself in the intimacy that the couple was experiencing. The author wrote a beautiful clear story of an day that any one who has had a lover that they feel safe and happy with can relate.
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
I almost get what the author was writing about. Creating a scene that read like a Mickey Spillane novel. She seemed to have a good idea but it was too long and wordy. She should continue working on this style as it has a good potential for setting a scene followed by the authors return to her own reality.
Archivest's note: The duplicate reveiwer's name is what I found when I converted this to html.