Message-ID: <29882asstr$987376201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <carjustice@aol.com> From: carjustice@aol.comspamless (story title in subject or autodelet) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010415040022.27841.00000403@ng-fd1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} rest of Chapter One, Peter And Paula Married Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 19:10:01 -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/Year2001/29882> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates As he positioned himself between her parted and raised legs -- her palms on her bent kneecaps holding them balanced up and back, dainty heels on stout ribs -- he looked directly into her emerald fires and his eyebrows shot up and down, once. "I'll show you who's a baby," he said with delicious menace, and sunk in so quickly that it popped her eyes open wide before they smoothed to half-lidded, dreamy pools of pleasures savored, smoky puddles of syrupy delight to drown in. He watched her carefully, but with assurance, and caught the rhythm fairly quickly this time, easing into it but not into her, getting a pretty good slam speed going, stroking steadily and stoking the flames within her until she built and built and didn't have to say a word this time, he knew, and it felt satisfying to him when she spilled over, as if he'd known that rhythm all along, always and forever, and everything was right and here she was and he couldn't even really hear her or see her, except wrapped in the soft sucking sigh of his own relief that he'd found a way, a rhythm, a stroke and precise, flowing pressure, to bring her easily to this place without having to clench and strain and count one two three, but finally to waltz with her in fluid swirls, around and around the grand ballroom of their desire, til the music swelled and she swelled again and cooed and hissed in his ear and he figured he might as well swell too, and did, with a surprised grunt, shooting in her, a smile squirting from her lips as well, and his last thought as he lumbered into sleep on top of her was that he was still hard inside her, and he could feel the point of one of the taut corners of her lips in his ear as she smiled. END OF CHAPTER ONE Note: Please put the title of the story you are responding to in the subject line of your email. My email firewall software deletes unrecognized email addresses unread unless the subject contains specific sets of words. I don't read responses posted here -- 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> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+