Message-ID: <45478asstr$1069362603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsfep1-win.server.ntli.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: "Teddy Bingham" <teddybingham@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-Original-Message-ID: <7l3vb.193$Gg1.659669@newsfep1-win.server.ntli.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 13:29:39 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 13:28:51 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Call Me - by Teddy Bingham Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 16:10:03 -0500 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/Year2003/45478> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw First Attempt at this, so be kind... Also, are you really anal about the 18 lines, 70 characters per line etc, cos I wasn't sure how to tell really, so I did some maths and figured 70 times 18 equals 1260 characters and kept below that. Hope I don't jarr yer sensibilities and I'll just bet I'm two words over or somert... ;) Teddy Bingham >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh my god. I'm still tingling. I'm still light headed. It's been an hour since you called, and I'm still......so very aroused. Listening to you say those things - I swear I could feel your words. Real. Physical. Radiating from the phone, pooling at my clit. I was surfing it, feeling my body from within, instead of stimulating it from without. And your voice. So sensual and erotic. At once calming and exciting. I was totally lost. Yours. Such immense power to be able to say the most erotic things - make me feel this way - scares me. Arouses me infinitely. My hands were in my hair and in my sex. My mind racing through images born of your words - your hands, your eyes, your cock. And even an image of your voice. Warm words, washing over me like a liquid film of sensations, settling softly on every inch of my flushed skin. A breeze - invisible yet tangible as it rushes over me again and again. Your voice was in the room with me. That was totally real. Your voice being a presence, having substance. Travelling down the line into my very soul. Holding me, stroking me, watching me, taking me... I'm still shaking, but I had to try to put some of this feeling into words. Call me again? Soon? -- 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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+