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Subject: {ASSM} Sonya Undone Part 1 Chap 1 {Dick Cummings} (MF cyber)
Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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Sonya Undone (MF cyber)
Part One:  In the Beginning

Chapter Two

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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
geographical location, DO NOT read it.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This work is copyright (2002) by the 
author, aka Dick Cummings. This work may be posted on any web site that does 
not charge for access to this work. All other rights reserved by author, 
contact at DickCummings@hotmail.com for permission prior to use. This work 
depicts sexual situations and conduct which may be offensive to some and / 
or illegal in some jurisdictions. The author does not engage in or encourage 
the reader to engage in illegal or unsafe to any participant. This work 
depicts violence in sexual situations. The author does not engage in or 
encourage the reader to engage in any activity which might be harmful to any 
participant.
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Comments on this story are appreciated.
Send comments to SonyaUndone@hotmail.com

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Sonya Undone

Part One:  In the Beginning

Chapter One

I can remember the exact moment Sonya came into my life.  It was 11:46 p.m. 
on May 6, 2002...

I suppose I should introduce myself.  My name is Dick.  Dick Cummings.  
That's right, I'm not making it up, that's really my name.  My mom and dad 
must have had a sick sense of humor when they named me.  The kids in school 
always teased me about it as I was growing up.  And it was even worse when I 
joined the Navy back in 1969.  I had to fight a lot to get assholes to just 
leave me alone back then.

I'm fifty-two years old.  I'm a widower now.  Coleen and I were married for 
twenty-nine years.  Things were tough during the early years, we had a lot 
of financial hardships, but we loved each other and even the bad times were 
good.  When Coleen was twenty-five years old she developed adult onset 
asthma and was very sick, frequently having to be put in the hospital to get 
better.  Over the first ten years or so things slowly got better, especially 
as new medicines were introduced that helped manage her asthma and keep it 
from getting out of hand.  As the asthma got better, other health problems 
beset her.  Through it all she strived to live a normal life.  Our sex life 
had its ups and downs, but in general we enjoyed a relatively normal and 
active range of amorous activities.  About four years ago Coleen started 
have significant problems with chronic, serious pain.  After dragging around 
to see several doctors it was determined that she had serious nerve damage.  
There was nothing that could be done to repair the damaged nerves but the 
doctors could help manage the pain using major pain drugs such as morphine 
and dilaudid.

The drugs made Coleen's pain bearable, but they did have significant side 
effects.  One of the worst problems was that they seemed to totally kill her 
libido.  Coleen had never been highly sexual but she had normally welcomed 
my amorous advances and responded to my attentions with both passion and 
joy.  All that changed as she began to use stronger medications to control 
the pain.  She became non-responsive and failed to find pleasure in sex.  
After several increasingly unsatisfactory episodes Coleen told me that her 
desire was gone and that the act of lovemaking actually brought pain instead 
of pleasure.  So at the age of forty-eight I became an involuntary 
quasi-celibate.

I became a computer network technician ten years ago after I retired from 
the Navy.  I've been using the Internet since the early days.  Before 
Coleen's loss of sexual desire I did not spend a lot of time using the Net 
for sexual purposes, but as she became less available I turned to the 
Internet.  I began to spend a few minutes each night reading the erotic 
stories posted to the Usenet news groups.  I did not troll chat rooms or 
other areas where people directly contacted others looking for sexual 
encounters.  I would simply read the nasty stories and relieve my 
frustrations by taking matters into my own hands.  I particularly enjoyed 
the stories that dealt with bondage and domination.  Coleen and I had never 
done anything serious in that area, about the closest we had come to it was 
the rare occasions when I would lightly spank her ass as we fucked doggie 
style.  She seemed hotter then, but never indicated she wanted any 
additional experiences in that area.

Our life had settled into this pattern, with Coleen going to bed early each 
night and me spend my evenings reading porn and jacking off.  Then one day 
Coleen woke up and seemed to have a bad cold.  She felt bad enough that she 
stayed home rather than go to work.  That evening she was worse and I wound 
up taking her to the hospital emergency room because her breathing was so 
out of control.  After a couple of hours in the ER they admitted her to the 
hospital.  It did not seem unusual, she had been through this many times 
before of the past twenty years.  But the next morning she was worse.  They 
moved her to Intensive Care that morning.  I sat by her bedside, holding her 
hand and stroking her hair.

She looked at me and said "I love you Dick.  I'm just so tired..."

I bent close to her and gently kissed her forehead.

"That's alright darling.  I love you too.  You just relax and get some 
rest."

She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath.  She squeezed my hand 
tightly and then relaxed, exhaling gently.  And then... nothing.  Coleen 
simply passed on, a slight smile on her lips as the pain finally lost its 
hold on her.

That was six months ago.  At first the loss seemed unbearable.  Our 
children, grown and out living their own lives have been a real comfort to 
me as we struggle to adapt to the loss.  After the funeral I seemed to be 
totally lost.  I went to work each day, doing my job because it helped me 
pass the time.  I came home each afternoon to the empty house that had been 
our home for the last ten years.  Several times a week one of our girls 
would drop by to see me and often we'd have supper together.  But the nights 
were the worst, lying alone in our bed, missing her warmth beside me.

The first three month's after Coleen passed I was totally celibate.  Then 
gradually I began to get the stirrings of sexual desire.  Eventually I 
returned to my routine of reading the stories on ASSTR's web site and 
relieving my sexual frustration by masturbation.  One night I was reading a 
story and the author mentioned the LikeMyNudePhoto web site.  Out of 
curiosity I visited the site and was hooked by the opportunity to look at 
the pictures of all the women that were displayed on that site.  I enjoyed 
looking but did not try to contact any of the "ladies."   Then I saw 
Sonya...

Most of the photos that night were incredibly lovely young things, with 
beautiful, almost to perfections bodies.  They were nice to look at, but 
somehow they seemed so unreal.  And then on my screen there was Sonya.  The 
photo showed a mature, full figured woman, seated and leaning slightly 
forward with her arms drawn behind her back, as if the wrists might be 
crossed and bound in the small of her back.  The photo was doctored up in a 
manner to obscure her face.  The clearest portion of the images was her 
breasts.  They hung large and pendulous on her.  And her right nipple was 
caught clearly in profile in the photo.  It was long and erect, standing out 
from the curve of her tit,  looking to be almost an inch long.  My cock 
stirred in my hand as I gazed on this image, entranced by what I saw.  I 
clicked on the link to pull her profile.  I read:

Sonya

use me and abuse me

mature 38 yrs , brown , a little extra on top and rear. kinky and totally 
sub woman. i am hooked on being a cyber slut to older and imaginative people 
who luv writing e mail .. my fantasy is that of being raped and 
abused...tortured..much in contrat to my real life..i am a closet 
exhibitionist.. my photos are there to help u imagine and write to me .. 
will u?? i do have a fetish for anything nasty and aslo black men.. who have 
the time and will to write me and men who like pissplay..men who like to and 
luv to put thier thoughts in words so i can read them and use my toys on my 
self..i have a fetish of being pulled by my hair and breasts... more when u 
email me your fantasy abt me .i luv details...if u have the time ..pls email 
me the details write me yur darkest dreams.. dont spare..me

Sonya had also listed her yahoo email address.  On impulse I cranked up my 
email program and wrote her:

Sonya,

I hope your "toys" can hold up to the load <GRIN>...

I would love nothing more than to have you in my hands.  I'd pull at your 
sagging teats, streching them as I lift each one in my hands.  My fingers 
would wring your nipples (which I notice are quite pronounced), making them 
stand proudly for my gnashing teeth....

I'd bind your wrists together beind your back, pulling your shoulders back 
to push your tits out further.  Then I'd maul them with my hands and mouth, 
punishing them until they were flushed with your crimson blood, filled to 
overflowing with your passion.

Next I'd pull your breasts togeather and slide my cock deep into the valley 
formed by those sagging mounds, tit-fucking your while pinching your nipples 
until you begged for mercy, beseching me to fuck your cunt and put you out 
of your miserable state of anticipation....

Then.... <BIG EVIL GRIN>  (if you want to know what's next, reply with a 
photo showing you using your favorite "toy."

Me, I'm a 52 year old white male who lives in Florida.  I'm also 5'7" tall 
and am currently carrying a few extra pounds.  I have a full head of my own 
hair, although it is rapidly turning from brown to "silver."  My "endowment" 
is your typical twelve inch long, eight inch circumference truncheon <LOL> 
(actually, my cock is a reasonably normal six incher, complete with all 
original equipment, including foreskin...)  I'm a widower and I would enjoy 
the opportunity to indulge in an erotic dialog with you via email and 
perhaps other cyber mechanisms.

Well, until I hear from you, just remember....

I've got my eyes on you... (see the attached photo <BG>)

Until then, I remain,

Dick Cummings

And I sent the email into the night, not knowing that life would never be 
the same for either of us again.


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