Message-ID: <42822asstr$1054897807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Jibsheet26@hotmail.com (Jib) X-Original-Message-ID: <71968b77.0306052228.1c03602d@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 6 Jun 2003 06:28:11 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 5 Jun 2003 23:28:10 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Note (slut-wife, erotic imagery, short story) Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 07:10:08 -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/Year2003/42822> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar The Note c. 2003 by Jibsheet ------------------- Authors Note: I wrote this for my sexy lover, who always inspires me! I'm always fascinated by the question "what is erotic?" and the idea came to me to write a short story that might not even have a graphic sex act in it, but would still be "erotic" to someone who enjoyed the kind of sex that the story implies! Would enjoy your comments: jibsheet26@hotmail.com ------------------ "Hello?" My greeting echoes down the hallway of our house, "Baby? I'm home!" No answer. I smile, stopping in my tracks to listen for the sounds of passion from our bedroom - after all, one of our favorite ways of greeting my return from a trip is for you to let me find you in the arms of a lover when I get to the house....but this time, there are no moans of pleasure from the bedroom; no quiet, rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings. Pulling my suitcase along behind me, I cross the living room towards the bedroom, with a stop to look in the kitchen and out towards the garage. The bedroom looks a little different than it normally does at this hour of the evening...the covers and blanket are thrown back, and the sheets are tangled and tossed to one side. My cock stirs in my pants as I see a very prominent wet spot in the middle of the bed, and realize what it might mean. I push my suitcase to one side, noticing as I do a handwritten note propped up against the lamp on the bedside table. The note is from you, but before I read it I lean forward and run my fingers through the dampness on the bed. A taste and a smell are enough to confirm it for me - they are the taste and smell of your cunt, and the texture of cum. Only one of your many lovers comes so much that it runs out of your cunt and puddles on the bed like that - I know without a doubt that Dan has been here fucking you...unless you've been enjoying a new man I haven't yet met (and that's always a possibility)! I lick my fingers, enjoying the taste, as I read the note: "Hi Baby! Welcome home! As you can see, I've been a very good slut for you and I've let Dan use me and fill my cunt with his hot cum!" I stop reading to shift my now-hard cock to a more comfortable position in my pants. God, how I love it when you are my slut! "We were going to wait for you to get in from the airport, but I guess the way I was acting - trying to get Dan hard again and begging for more - made Dan realize that your slut was hot for more cock. Do you think maybe it was the way I was running the big dildo in and out of my dripping cunt that did it?" Hmmmmm....I look around...there it is! I missed it before, but the big, fat gel dildo I gave you is lying in the covers at the foot of the bed. "Whatever it was, Dan suddenly decided we were going out. He made me put on a short skirt and that sheer blouse he likes, but he wouldn't let me put on panties...and he said told me he was taking me to the adult theater again...you know, the one over on the highway? I think he likes seeing your baby act like a total slut at that theater, lover - remember how turned on he was that night with the five other guys? I smile, remembering how you looked that night as Dan fucked you and we all took turns in your mouth... "Why don't you come over and meet us when you get in? Just look for the room with the line of guys waiting outside, and listen for the sound of your baby cumming hard....XXXXX Your Slut" I turn and head for the door. At this hour, It should only take me about 15 minutes to get over to the theater! --end-- -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+