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Subject: {ASSM} RP - Tom Bombadil - A Hot Time in the Old Town [ flash ]
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A Hot Time in the Old Town [ flash ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) 1997
Short Story # 13
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
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These are purely works of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As works of
fiction, they do not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor do they relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
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Ramone looked down into Julia's eyes. Perspiration ran down his brow,
his cheeks, and his neck. His sides heaved as he sucked in deep
lungsful of much-needed air. She was just as sweaty and breathless.
Their bodies were almost welded together, their lips only inches apart.
"You were," he almost whispered, "as you say, magnificent." His deep,
masculine voice and Spanish accent were distinct and clear in that newly
silent room.
"No," the raven-haired woman replied. "You were fabulous." Her voice,
deep and sultry, was a perfect match to his. As was her body. Both
were tall and lean, with his 6'3" muscular frame overtopping her
curvaceous body by 6" - that is, when she wasn't wearing those black
stiletto heels he loved so much.
"I think you liked today, yes?" asked the swarthy gentleman.
"Oh, Ramone, it can't get any better than this, can it? You've taken me
to heights I would never have believed possible."
"Senora, with the right partner, one can aspire to heaven itself. You,
you are the one who fires my passions, who ignites the flame that drives
me to perform as never before. This is the first time I have felt such
from any woman!"
"I feel that heat every time we touch, every time you hold me in your
arms. When your body is moving against mine, I never want it to end."
"Si, I feel the same. Yet, we both know it must."
"I know." She brushed back his hair with her fingers. "My husband is
probably wondering why I'm so late again."
"True. My Maria wonders the same sometimes. She asks me many
questions. Does your husband ask questions?"
"No, not any more. He lets me do my thing, and I let him do his."
"Can he no longer bring you to life like this?"
"Oh God no! He never could. And since his accident, he can barely get
out of his easy chair. He is jealous of us, but he controls it well."
"That is a good thing. So when next, Senora?"
"Well, I've got a P.T.A. meeting Thursday, and I promised the kids we'd
go out to a movie on Friday. I'm free Saturday..."
"Then Saturday it shall be. Will you be ready to learn more by then?"
"I'm always ready for you, Ramone."
"Fabulous. A few more months and you will know every move I have. And
then ..."
"Then we'll be ready for the National Tango Championships!"
<Fin>
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