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Subject: {ASSM} RP - Scene from a Writer at Work by artie (MF, ROM)
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Scene from a Writer at Work
by artie@netgate.net
(c) Copyright 1998, artie
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the
prior express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if
you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.
Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments.
Enjoy.
*
I took two quick steps back. My initial moves had been
blocked easily; my opponent had not bothered to attack, just
defending, playing. He smiled at me in the dusky twilight; his first
mistake in our deadly dance.
I quickly drew my blade up, stepping forward for a down
stroke. He raised his blade slightly above his head, holding it
parallel to the ground, anticipating meeting the edge of my blade's
down stroke with the flat of his. He had mistaken my skill, his
second and final mistake.
Rather than taking another step forward and starting the down
stroke he anticipated, I brought my blade down early, quickly. As I
brought it down, I turned my wrists so the flat of the blade
paralleled the ground level with his abdomen. I stepped forward,
using my hips as well as my arms to drive the point of my blade
through his clothing, skin, and muscles. Looking in his eyes, I saw
the shock in his face replace the smile. I felt the tip of my blade
reach his spine, and saw his body and head move back as I continued
my thrust stepping forward.
The blade is part of my will, part of my body. I continued
the dance, stepping to the side, the blade moving with me, the razor
sharp edge doing its work. I took another step to the side, pivoting
the blade, its tip against his spine, turning him with me as the
blade slices through.
I step once more, to the side and back, pulling the blade
free and bringing it up to block the attack that never comes. The
look of surprise fades from his face as he stoops forward, his blade
falling to the ground. His hands reach helplessly to his waist, his
head drooping down as he collapses forward.
Our dance is ending; I step quickly to the side, even with
his shoulders. I raise my blade high, inhaling through my nose,
smelling the juniper of the clearing and the sweat of our battle.
With the heightened vision of the warrior, I see the vertebrae of his
neck, and visualize my downward stroke going between the bones,
separating the soft tissue between.
Zanshin: with a clear mind I bring my blade down, exhaling,
bending my knees to cut with my whole body, cutting with unity of
mind, body, and spirit, as Sensei taught. My blade goes through
smoothly, severing skin, tendon, muscle, and nerve.
As the edge severs his spine, his body gives a final grunt
and his muscles twitch as the cold metal triggers one last nerve
impulse. His body falls away from my blade as I hold it steady, my
stroke complete.
I raise my blade to salute my opponent, and bow to his
lifeless body. I thank him for the lesson he taught me today; lack of
age does not mean lack of skill. I thank Sensei for teaching me well,
teaching me that gray hair and old age do not mean lack of strength
or speed; teaching me to face every opponent as if they were my
first, and my last. If my day comes in battle, let my end be swift,
and let it end from my opponent's skill, not my error.
"That's pretty good," Janet said, peering over my shoulder at
the screen.
"It's okay for a first draft; I need to go over it a few
times, I may have shifted verb tenses in there. I think it finishes
the chapter well."
"I think you could make it more like a dance, I like that
idea, but I still don't understand how you write like that. How do
you do it?"
"Well, I usually start with an image and work it back and
forth. To end the battle and this chapter I had the image of him
standing and raising his blade for the final stroke. I wrote that,
and then worked back. What happened to get him there from the earlier
part of the chapter? As I write, I think about what he senses: sight,
hearing, smell, touch. I think about how he feels, what's driving
him. Then it's easy to flow all of that to the conclusion. That's the
easy part. The hard part is editing and rewriting."
"So why don't you ever write about me, about us?" she asked,
nibbling on my neck.
"Well, I do, sort of," I answered her.
"What does that mean?"
"Remember last spring, when we made love in that little
clearing by the waterfall?"
"Mmmmm... Yes..." she said, nibbling more.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the present sensation and reliving
sensations of the past.
"I do too. I can still remember, just before I came, closing
my eyes, the sounds, the smell of sweat and juniper."
She pulled away from me. "No, silly, I mean writing about us
making love."
"I've never thought of it," I answered her.
"Well, why don't you try. Do you have a favorite image of me
in your mind?"
"Yes," I laughed. "How about this?"
Janet lay sprawled on the bed, her long black hair around her
head and shoulders.
"My hair isn't long anymore," she interrupted.
"I know. You asked for my favorite image. This is my fantasy, okay?"
"Okay. Keep going." She kissed the back of my neck again.
She raised a shoulder up off the bed slightly, her breath
still a little ragged. Her almond colored skin was covered with fine
beads of perspiration, her nipples hard and the flush of sexual
excitement spreading from her chest up through her face. She had a
slight smile, a predatory grin, her eyes half closed, still shining
with lust as her first orgasm faded and her second approached rapidly.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Ooh -- I like that. Especially the part about being between
my first and second orgasms. But how did I get that way? Do I really
look predatory?"
"Yes you do, and I love it. Let's back up in time and build
up to that image, adding another character, and more depth."
Tom and Janet kissed passionately as they sat on the edge of
the bed, quickly stripping off their remaining clothing. Janet lay
back on the bed, Tom following eagerly. They kissed and ran their
hands over each other, caressing, stimulating. As they kissed, she
ran a hand over his stiff shaft, exciting him further. Tom knew she
wanted him deep inside her; he wanted it too, and could almost feel
sliding into her, but that would come later. He broke off the kiss,
sliding his body down hers, moving his eager shaft out of the reach
of her hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his
head between her wonderful breasts. She rolled to her side and put
her arms around his head, holding him tight to her, moving his head
to one of her nipples and holding him there.
Tom sucked eagerly, feeling her nipple harden even more in
his mouth. After a while he tried to move to the other breast, but
she held him tight. He tried to move, and she held him, finally
letting him go to her other breast. They both knew how exciting this
was to him. As she held him to the other breast, she said, "You're
not getting away from me now," acknowledging the game. She moved his
head back and forth on her breast, and he moaned with pleasure.
Tom knew the more she held him and squeezed him to her
breasts like this the dizzier and weaker he'd become, until finally
she'd push him over on his back and pounce on him. Not that he didn't
like that happening, but he had other plans. He slid a hand up
between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her. He slid a
finger into her moist slit and gently teased her clit. Her back
arched and she moaned, "I want you in me!" He kept up his teasing,
occasionally leaving her clit for a moment and sliding a finger deep
into her.
As he moved a finger deep inside her, her grip on his head
loosened, and he quickly slid down between her legs. He put his arms
underneath her bottom holding her sides, and started kissing her
wonderful mound. She brought her legs up and gave him a squeeze. As
he slid his head down further to kiss her slit and started exploring
with his tongue, she grabbed a hand with one of hers, and put her
other hand on his head.
As his tongue slid over her clit she writhed and moaned, squeezing
his head between her hot thighs. He kissed and licked her, driving
her to the edge, feeling her writhe beneath him and hearing her moans
muffled by her legs. She squeezed him and pushed on his head with her
hand, pulling the hair wrapped between her fingers.
They settled into a rhythm of rocking and licking. As he felt
and heard her reaching the edge, he moved his free hand and plunged
two fingers deep into her, pressing his thumb against her asshole.
She moaned, writhed, and shuddered as she came, squeezing and rocking
him with her legs. As her legs loosened their grip on him, he eased
up, just kissing her lightly.
Tom raised his head. Keeping one hand gently massaging her
clit, he raised up on the other elbow. Janet was sprawled back on the
bed, her long black hair tossed around her head and shoulders. She
raised a shoulder up off the bed slightly, her breath still a little
ragged. Her almond skin was covered with fine beads of perspiration,
her nipples hard, the flush of sexual excitement spreading from her
chest up through her face. She had a slight smile, a predatory grin,
her eyes half closed, still shining with lust as her first orgasm
faded and her second approached rapidly. "Oh, Tom -- I want you in
me," she panted.
He slid his index finger into her, hooking it and massaging
the magic spot inside her. She arched her back and moaned again, her
nipples tightening. He wanted her so bad now, wanted to slide into
her. He knew she wanted him was well. She tossed her head side to
side and grabbed his head with her hands, pulling him up onto her. He
used his thumb lightly on her clit for a moment, exciting her from
the outside and inside at the same time.
As her breath got faster, Tom knew she was very close. He
took his hand away and slid up her body, plunging his hot stiff cock
into her. His eyes closed and they both moaned as she wrapped her
legs around his. He began thrusting, her hips rocking to meet him.
Her head was arched back; he bit her neck and grabbed her shoulders
from underneath, squeezing her, pulling deeper into her. She moaned
and shuddered, coming again, squeezing him so wonderfully. As she
recovered, he straightened his arms, propping himself up as he rocked
into her gently, gazing with awe at the look on her face.
"Like how it's turning out so far?" I asked her.
"Yes I certainly do. Mind if I try a bit?" she said as she
ran her hands over my chest.
"Go right ahead," I told her, moving my chair back from the
keyboard. As she bent over to type I started feeling her wonderful
bottom, moving my hands up to her breasts.
Janet opened her eyes a little more, looking up at Tom, that
wonderful smile on his face. She loved what he did to her. His tongue
was wonderful, but it felt so good to have him inside her. She smiled
and reached up to him, pulling him down on top of her and kissing him
as they rocked together. She loved tasting her juices on his lips.
She locked his legs in hers and quickly rolled over, putting him on
the bottom. She pulled her legs up a bit straddling him, and sitting
up, reached for a pillow and pulled it under his head, raising him as
she lowered a nipple to his mouth. He moaned as she pressed into him,
sucking hungrily as she rocked on top of him. She smiled as she
looked down. She knew how much he loved this. What he didn't know was
how much she loved it too, how much she loved the control, holding
him, hearing him moan, and that wonderful look on his face as she
drove him to ecstasy. She moved her hips a bit and started the long
slow motion that would take him to heaven. He moaned and his hands
moved to her sides, clutching her weakly. "Let go and enjoy,
darling," she said, rocking back and forth, pressing her breast into
his mouth.
She felt his hips moving to meet her motion, rocking with
her. After a while he started moaning more, and she felt him stiffen.
She smiled and pressed down on him, drawing out her strokes, moving
her shoulders a little to move his head around as he sucked on her.
She pressed down on him and wiggled, pushing him over the edge. He
inhaled deeply and moaned; she felt his warmth pulsing up deep inside
her. She moved slowly, gently, milking him and feeling the warmth of
his gift fill her. "Thank you, darling," she said.
"How do you like my ending?" Janet said as she tried to stand
up. I had my arms around her waist and pulled her into my lap,
fondling her breasts as she sat on me.
"It's great. I like happy endings. And I learned something;
you can be on top of me whenever you want," I nuzzled her, holding
her close.
"How about right now?" she purred. I let go of her and she
stood up. She turned around to face me, standing between my legs as I
sat in the chair. She held my head gently to her chest. I could feel
her warmth through the sweatshirt she was wearing, the tightness of
her nipples beneath the fabric, and hear her heart beating wildly.
She gently held the back of my head and I felt a shiver run through
me.
"A writer's work is never done," I sighed as I stood up. We
held hands and walked to the bedroom.
FINI
Scene from a Writer at Work
by artie@netgate.net
Scene from a Writer at Work
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