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Subject: {ASSM} Another (Chap 1)(M/F)
Date: Mon, 8 May 2000 01:10:07 -0400
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This is a new story, property of me, Babs B. Please do not post it
anywhere, even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach:
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ANOTHER
Chapter One: The ad
He: "I've set up screen name and placed an ad for a partner for us."
She: "What? You really did it?" << She's beginning to get nervous >>
He: "Yep. Figured it was time. It's all so anonymous and we can just see
what kind of response we get. We can always just cancel out."
She: "Well, don't you think we should have discussed it a little more?" <<
She always asks lots of questions when she's feeling unsure >>
He: "Darlin' we've been discussing this for months. We don't have to do
it. I just got tired of the endless conversation and on an impulse wrote
the notice. I'll go cancel the ad."
She: "No, wait a minute." << There must be some part of her that wants
this or else she would have told him to go ahead and cancel >> "What does
the ad say?"
He: "Why don't you just go call it up and read it for yourself."
Just like him -- she thinks. Won't give her a straight answer. Why
does he want this, she ponders? Why would he want her to do this? When it's
his laugh and his voice she wants to hear. When it's his hands she wants
moving over her body. When it's his mouth she wants on hers and his tongue
licking her. Those are the thoughts in the top of her mind. The rational
ones. The ones that are supposed to make us human.
But -- when she's quiet and still -- she can go into another part of
her brain -- a deeper, more primitive part. A part from the evolutionary
past. The part that she sometimes slips into in the heat of passion. The
part that gives way to her animal instincts to mate. She remembers the times
when her pussy has been wet and swollen -- full of his cum -- but still
wanting more. He has never left her unsatisfied -- using his hands and
mouth or a toy to satiate her. But a part of her wants him to do her again
-- then -- immediately -- she being so ready for a hard cock, any cock, to
pump her anew, filling her even more full of the nectar of life. Would
another man appease that longing? She remembers the times when she's looked
at a beautiful woman's breasts and felt a twinge wondering what it would be
like to be with her -- to nestle into those nurturing orbs to suckle and
play. What it would be like to have another woman licking her clit and
tasting her juices?
It's those times -- when she's in her primal brain -- the universal
unconscious -- when she can imagine a time when the bull and the goddess and
the snake were positive, fertile forces for good -- not horrid symbols to be
banished to the underworld of Evil. She can remember a time before the rise
of the patriarchal religions. A time when the creative wisdom of Hera,
Lilith, Ishtar, Sekmet, Bridgit, Shiva, and Durga revealed how to live in
harmony. A time when God was a woman. A time when women's carnal energy
was to be revered and worshipped -- not controlled, contained and confined.
Some men know about this time -- in their heads, in their hearts. They know
that a woman experiencing and exercising her power can bring them to heights
they hadn't even dreamed about. Once a man has let himself venture into
this happening -- once he has relaxed his need to be omnipotent -- once he
has tasted of the forbidden fruits of a woman's unbridled sexuality -- then
he KNOWS. Those men who fear this place feel threatened and inadequate and
from their panic they build restraints to harness women. Their need to hold
dominion over women -- to exercise some kind of authority -- obscures the
magnificence before them. Some women have been taught to fear their own
power and they have learned those lessons too well, never even approaching
their potential. Those men and women who can comprehend the wisdom of the
female, while not deifying femininity, are the men and women who can hold
the images of the past and the possibility of a new age at the same time,
and they are not afraid.
She has witnessed them growing up together, doing their dance of
learning how to be one. Like many relationships theirs had a simple enough
beginning with her worrying that her body was not attractive enough, or some
such nonsense, and him thinking, "Oh, boy, I'm going to get laid. YES!!"
But like all good relationships the whole has become more than the sum of
the parts as she migrated toward his end of the continuum and he moved
closer to hers. Both of them getting more than they had bargained for.
Both of them daring to stretch. Now he is ready to move their alliance to a
new space. Is she surprised that he is the one guiding them into these
uncharted waters? No, not really. He has almost always been the more
adventurous one -- at least initially -- leading them into new territory,
new growth -- his fearless quests opening doors to new summits with her as
his partner. The question could more accurately be stated as is she
willing to be by his side?
These are the thoughts and emotions that are surging through her veins
and brain -- creating for her a visceral experience of this moment in their
lives together. They are at a crossroads. This she fathoms and a verse she
had to learn by heart in her youth wanders into her memory. "I shall be
telling this with a sigh// Somewhere ages and ages hence:// Two roads
diverged in a wood, and I --// I took the one less traveled by,// And that
has made all the difference." And she repeats the last line, "And that has
made all the difference." And she wonders what she will be saying someday
with a sigh, sitting in her rocking chair on the porch reminiscing. He, as
is his natural way, has left the choice up to her, somehow grasping that if
she will only go there she will birth them into a space far greater than his
imagination can behold. Is she ready? She's not sure, but she moves to the
computer. Then she hesitates. Minutes pass. Slowly she types in the
screen name he has set up. She pauses -- for a long, long time -- breathing
slowly, deeply. She turns to move away. Then she thinks, "It can't hurt
just to look." Her fingers carefully move over the keys spelling out the
password ... and she hits <enter>.
To be continued.....
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