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From: Rod Ramsey <rod_ramsey@yeahright.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} A Nymph Gets Some (M/Nymph, Rom, cons)
Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2003 22:10:02 -0400
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I owe this story to a special freind. It's the last muse/nymph story I'll do. Until the next one ;-)
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<1st attachment, "A Nymph Gets Some.txt" begin>
I could see Kira as she dance naked in the phantom glade only
she and I inhabit. Her youthful body appearing the same tonight
as it did twenty-some years ago when she first came to me. The
crescent moon sparkled off her silver wings as she swayed to the
sounds of "Godzilla" by Blue Oyster Cult emanating from a rock
that in the real world was my sound system. The song ended and
she pranced her way over to my recliner, the only real world
artifact here, in which I sat.
"Dana wants a story about a nymph." I told her as she settled
her warmth on my lap.
"Haven't we done enough nymph stories?" she replied, "How about
a nice little spank story for your new friend?"
"No. She did a story for me. Now it's payback time and she
wants a nymph story. One with sex in it."
"Oh, is that right?" Kira replied, twisting on my lap and
straddling my naked lap. "A really hot sex story where your
demure little muse finally gets some from the man she loves?"
"Uh huh." I replied as her lips brushed against mine, pulling
me forward as I tried to get a better taste of her luscious
lips.
Kira slid her body up so I could place kisses on her petite
breasts. A quiet sigh of contentment as she guided me into
her soft moist interior. With my love impaled I settled into a
slow rhythm, her body sliding on my shaft in time with my
thrusts. I rested my hands on her hips as our bodies moved
together.
"How about you write the story of how I came to be your muse?"
Kira said in a soft whisper, my lips still locked onto her
delicate tit.
I pulled my mouth off to reply, "Summer of '78. Janice Longe
and her auburn hair. God is that why I love redheads?"
"Do you remember the poem?" Kira asked, taking over the rhythm
as my eyes closed to visualized the past.
I could remember it as if it were yesterday. I still love
Janice in that special way of a first love. Skinny dipping in
the small pond that became our secret meeting place. Wanting to
impress her with something other than the body of a scrawny
fifteen year old, I turned to poetry. My first attempts sucked
like nobody's business. One night sitting under a full moon I
saw an apparition that inspired the poem that finally got me
laid. A tiny spark of light floating around a tree stump a short
distance away, at first mistaken for a firefly. Growing larger
as I watched until she stood there, her naked pale skin glowing
in the moonlight. With a giggle that sounded like music she bent
over to kiss my lips, the taste of honey and lavender filling my
senses. I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear it, sure
that I was hallucinating. With a smile on her face she winked at
me, then with a small wave faded into the night. I woke in the
middle of the night and wrote down these words, sure of where
they had come from:
Roses red as your lips,
Petals soft as silk.
Sun radiant as your smile,
Bright light warm and fair.
Flowers sweet as your scent,
Fragrance lifting my spirit.
Wind delicate as your touch,
Sighing through the trees.
Melodies sound of your voice,
Song birds sing of love.
When I finished reciting the poem I opened my eyes to look upon
the vision before me. Kira's red hair framed a face filled with
a blissful smile, a sheen of sweat beginning to coat our bodies.
Kira let out a gentle sigh as I resumed pumping my shaft into
her.
"Harder Love, please harder." she cried.
"I want you to enjoy this."
"I am enjoying this. You need to fuck me more often."
Kira closed her eyes and began making soft whimpering
cries as my hips impacted with hers. She raised herself up so I
could get more thrust with my cock, resting her hands on my
shoulders. Her cries became louder as I continued to fuck her
tight pussy. With one last wavering scream she came, tipping me
over the edge and filling her womb with my seed. She collapsed
against my chest with my softening cock still buried inside her,
soft lips nibbled at my ear.
"Lovely. Just lovely." she whispered in between nibbles, "We
definitely need to do this more often."
I let my hand slide up to cup her breast, my fingers playing
across her hard nipples. Resting there in my chair I began
forming the layout for my next story. As I faded to sleep I
could picture a lovely auburn haired bride, resplendent in her
gown, a girl of six or seven dancing in front of her.
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