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From: kompisusa@hotmail.com (Joe)
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Subject: {ASSM} Air on a G String - (Implied Sex) M/F Very Mild FemDom
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Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 17:10:01 -0400
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They told me I looked like a Greek God. Their words, not mine. 

Not by chance did I fit the bill. I worked at it.

Eve liked my build and looks. Not in the way most girls did. But then
Eve was no girl. Not at all. She was a real grown up. Her years gave
her a sense of self that the rest of them lacked.

I banged all the broads at our work place. Sluts, twits, whores----
you know the drill ---- all the dumb young ditz brains that thought
sex was 'all that'. Eve wore a smile through it all. She saw it was a
phase I had to work through, I guess. She knew.

Eve loved my flesh and bones as a sign. In her mind it stood for much
more than a way to rev up her sex drive. Most gals her age swooned at
the sight of me. They kept my face and form in their minds as they got
it on with their mates.  Just the sight of me made their day.

Eve lived a life of the mind. She had a brain. She loved books and
loved to talk of things that went deep. The stuff of truth, things
that are right and good---her words had weight they were food for the
soul. Her eye saw me as one that bore no flaws and may, with her help,
be made to know the stuff that gave life its worth: 'Things Writ
Large'--- things that would cause my mind to shine through the pure
hull of my firm hulk.

She aimed to teach me the things I lacked. I let her teach me. I had
learned on my own how small and trite sex could be. It left me in a
state of mind that craved more from life and made me see the need she
could fill in me.
 
I learned all things Greek and the best thoughts that came out of the
minds of Old Rome.

The great arts were like fires lit in the depths of my soul. I felt
their glow and warmth.

I learned all this as I sat at Eve's feet. 

We worked our way up to the Age of Bach. She taught me all I could
grasp. At last the thought of this man that could yield such life from
mere notes on a page (mere dots, smudges, on a grid) made me weep with
awe. His gifts stunned me.

Now it was my turn to fill her needs.

"I've longed to be licked by the tongue of one who knows Bach, and the
truth he speaks, while the Great One's notes fill the air." She told
me this as she put on a fugue. "Stir my soul, Bitch."

She spread her legs and I went down on her. It was the least I could
do.

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