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Subject: {ASSM} Abelard: Midsummer Day's Dream (Mf, cons.)
Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 04:10:17 -0400
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Midsummer Day's Dream
(C) 2000
Author: Abelard
Subject Codes: Mf Cons.
[Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences,
but fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly
in the imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If
you read on, please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all
times. If you wanna' publish this story for profit, ya' better ask me first.
Finally, tell me what you think at <<Abelard_fra@hotmail.com>>.]
One afternoon when I was tired of trying to write `realistic' stories, I
wrote this brief fantasy.
Midsummer Day's Dream
The first time I saw her running naked through the woods I wasn't quite
sure whether she was a boy or a girl. My heart hoped, girl. Small and
lithe, fleet as a fawn, she bounded lightly through the dappled sunlight of
the pine forest, just a narrow, golden back and tight buttocks...a flash of
slim legs, a halo of bright hair. Then she was gone.
Yesterday I saw her from two hundred yards, on the other side of a
clearing, quietly picking wild raspberries and eating them. Again totally
nude. I stopped by a tree, and through my binoculars I could see plainly
that she was female. Small but budding breasts, light fuzz in the pubic
delta. She appeared to be a child-woman of indeterminate age...but quite
young. Long legged, small boned, slim ...a hard little body, athletic and
trim. But it was her face that absolutedly filled my senses. High cheek
bones, soft lips, big blue eyes. Simply the curve of her jaw line made me
ache with desire. Then, somehow, she became aware of my presence and
started. Again she fled into the woods in a flash of white legs.
She was there again today.
This time I approached her quietly. When I was fifty yards away she became
aware of me and started up, as if to run again. I stopped and smiled. She
stood still, facing me, her body twitching, controlling the impulse to flee.
I moved slowly closer, holding my elbows bent, my empty hands palms up
before me. When I was within ten yards, I stopped, and we looked curiously
at each other. She stood as still as a wild animal who knows,
instinctively, that if it bolts it will be run down and torn apart.
I said, as gently as possible, "Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you.
What is your name?"
She cocked her head and looked puzzled. I said, "Do you speak English?
She frowned slightly and said, "Vostra asperanza sum."
I stared blankly.
She looked down shyly at her feet. She was a vision of wild loveliness.
Mother Nature's youngest daughter, standing before me with a smudge of dirt
on her nose and a small bruise on her inner thigh. Short curly corn-silk
hair framed her face. Her large eyes were the deepest blue I have ever
seen. Visions of swimming in dark moonlit water filled my mind as I
unconsciously reached toward her.
She moved toward me without will, as if she were being pushed gently from
behind. We stood face to face, six inches apart. She smelled of
raspberries... and vanilla. Her head was down, her lovely soft neck, just
there behind the ear, exposed. I towered over her, she so young, so
vulnerable, so desirable. Her budding breasts rising and falling slowly
with each breath, her lithe, slim body so close. Her heat upon me.
She reached and touched my safari clothes, my heavy leather belt. She
looked up questioningly. Slowly I began to take off my clothes, my
lumbering white body unused to the exposure, my skin feeling the flow of the
warm air.
When I was totally nude, she flowed into me, so small that her mouth found
my nipples, my foot divided her legs, her sex driving into me, just above my
knee. Her arms around my hips.
She was so light that I raised her with my knee until our mouths found each
other, hers tasting of wild raspberries.
I sank, slowly backward, to the soft, mossy earth, the child impaling
herself on my painfully stiff cock. Tenderly she rocked above me, crooning
softly, her eyes darkening, swimming, smiling.
My cock felt like it was in her whole body, up into her unto her throat. I
felt like I filled her completely. She was a delicate vessel I might fuck
to death, breaking her, destroying her with my thrusts, but I could not hold
back. I must penetrate, give, spend.
She floated above me, almost unconscious, a young animal, a nymph,
swaying, driving her whole body down on my cock again and again until it
built to intense inevitability . . . and exploded.
In driving wave after wave my seed flew into her cunt, her womb, her very
core. My very being flowed into her.
She smiled dreamily, and bent to lick my swollen lips, the sun behind her
shining through her short, damp, white curls.
Then she seemed to drift off of me and blow a kiss over her shoulder. And
she was gone.
She vanished in a glimpse of white thighs into the darkening woods.
And I, I must return, ponderously, to the gross and weary world.
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