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Subject: {ASSD} Reposte ...see I know when to use curlies ...If this shows twice, it's google's fault!!!!!
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Hi. I've never done a repost and so I wonder when how, when, and why
it's an acceptable practice? Should I do one like everyseven years or
something? I think, hmmm...2004? I dumped about a hundred stories on
ASSM all at once and I've posted sort of semi-regularly since then,
although I do fight consistancy with all of my heart and the war goes
well, though the battles...You know. I'd do anything for a horse.
My question is assuming reposts every few years are a good thing on
ASSM, how do they impact the stories already archived? Do the reposts
get archived? How many stories can I repost at one sitting? My thought
is, that if I do a repost, it'll be selected stories, ummm probably
about fifty or sixty maybe, and so what...A couple a day for a month?
Twenty a day for a few days? You, know I want to observe proper
etiquette and be a good internet citizen :) Cause that's what I'm all
about at the end of the day!
But to tell the truth, I am seriously into the hide and seek thing,
I've been posting all my new stories in other newsgroups, playing hide
and seek with other people. Which is totally addictive so one of these
days I'll have to dump another thirty new stories on ASSM. But God,
what a chore. Can't I just mail ou guys my hard drive?
I'm totally bored, can you tell? Gosh, I'm waiting for a rapidshare
download to finish, is that pathetic or what? Who says suicide is
overrated? He never had to use rapidshare.
Uhhh...Self Spotlight: Here's an exceprtped excpreted fuck excerpt?
>From uh, oh...Bi High which is an old story, but I never hardly ever
do self spotlight things so, and I was reading through it because I'me
finishing the second and checking continuity and I read this chapter
and it was pretty hot for me. It's got action and romance and sex and
humor and all the stuff I pretend I like.
Mostly, I like bears. I want a really big bear with soft rubber claws
and soft foam cushion teeth who eats pancakes and smells like cotton
candy. And I just want to wrestle with my bear and fuck the daylights
out of him. Dogs are okay, but a God! A bear,can you imagine? And you
can't hurt them! I mean I want one I can bash over the head with a
shovel and he just smiles at me cause he likes it. Not that I want to
abuse a bear or any animal, but that's just how tough I want my bear
to be. Like invulnerable and invincible and so big and strong and
massive and patient and loving and wow! I can just do anything to him
and he loves me. That's what I really like.
Oh, here's my spotlight chapter thingy:
Chapter Twenty-Six
"...So just let her go, she'll follow me all by herself." I promised
Chris. "Carmy's a good horse, just give her some slack...There you go...
But not too much. You gotta let her know you're there too."
"Uh...O-O-Oh...Ow!" Chris was bouncing his butt off the saddle.
"You have to relax, just ride the horse, kind of move with her..." I
sort of undulated my body, in an exaggerated way, and it was hard to
keep from laughing.
"Ka-ay...My bu-utt is already so-ore..." He frowned, his head jerking as
the horse moved. Chris looked like a little boy and it was cute.
"I bet." I giggled, remembering how Mark had really fucked Chris hard
the night before.
"Slo-ow down..." Chris bounced.
"This is slow." I shook my head. "We're walking...We can do a little
trotting if you want, maybe that would be better."
"Is tha-at running?"
"No, not really, it's kind of a fast walk."
"Uh no-o thanks."
He really wasn't much for riding a horse, but all he'd ever been on
was a pony at a carnival once, I think. I'd grown up with horses, so
riding was pretty easy for me. Mark too, he had his own horse. Chris
would have to get a lot of practice in, I decided, since Mark and I
rode a lot in the spring and summer. Winter sometimes too, just to
exercise the horses. Carmy liked the snow.
I was riding Taffy and he wasn't bad, except he was wondering why we
weren't running, and he'd tug at the bit, jerk his head around and
give me one big brown eye, like what was my problem? But I think even
a canter would have tossed Chrissy off, and a gallop would have put
him on his tender butt for sure. I figured I'd give him a mile or two
before we picked it up; otherwise we'd never get to Mark's house.
I'd kind of hoped Chris could really ride, then we could have run the
horses for awhile, taken a breather by Talbot Pond, and made out for
awhile. But that didn't seem too likely. It was about six miles maybe,
or seven at the most from my place to Mark's. That's as the crow
flies, it's about twice that by road. I'd raced Mark plenty of times
from his house to mine, Mark in his truck and me riding on Carmy, who
wasn't even particularly fast, and I always won. We loved running and
she was getting anxious too, even as good and patient as she was.
"Okay, were gonna go a little faster, Chris...Ready?" I grinned over my
shoulder at Chris and he just nodded.
He was doing better though; at least he'd stopped fighting the horse
so much. It really was all about finding the rhythm and just moving
your body with it. I clucked my tongue and gave Taffy some head and he
was hoofing it at a nice easy gait. Behind me Chris tried to do the
same and Carmy knew what she was doing anyway, she just wanted to keep
up.
"Who-o-o-a..." Chris was bouncing again and this time it was harder.
"Just relax, come on...Nice and easy, keep your body loose...Don't hold
your breath..." I was telling Chris like eight different things to do or
not do and I think I was just confusing him.
Horses don't really like to trot, I don't think. They don't mind
walking, and they love to run, but trotting is more like work for a
horse. Or just teasing really. But Chris got it soon enough, he was
learning and pretty soon he could even talk and laugh without the
horseback hiccups he was suffering from.
"Ready to run?" I looked at Chris and he was smiling, like he'd
figured out a secret.
"Hey! I'm riding a horse!" He laughed.
"I see that, we're going to run them a bit, okay?" I repeated.
"Uh, okay." He nodded. "I'll try anyway."
"Good, just don't let her take off. Just follow me, if Carmy starts
getting too close, she'll turn and really try and go..."
"Uh..."
"So if that happens, just pull gently, not hard. That's the brakes,
right? Just gently and shush her kinda, she knows what that means."
"Ummm...Steph..."
I clucked my tongue and gave the reins a shake and we were off at a
canter, which isn't quite a gallop, but it's a good pace for a horse.
They could run a long ways like that and they liked it. I dropped my
head a little and lifted my butt, riding with my thighs more than
anything, but only cause I liked it that way. The saddle would come up
and give my ass a little slap, my pussy too, once I was sitting the
way I liked. I was already moist down there, riding does that to me
all by itself for some reason, and I could almost get off sometimes
with a good long run.
We hadn't gone too far like that, maybe a minute or two, with me
grinning over my shoulder every now and again to check Chris. He
seemed okay at first and this was a good spot for running anyway. It
was all tall grass and flat with wild wheat mostly. It was a field
nobody used for anything and I wasn't even sure who owned it, us or
one of the neighbors. But like I said, we hadn't gone too far before I
caught sight of Carmy chasing off to the left, running hard and Chris
was sort of clinging to her neck and yelling. She wasn't running
scared or anything, not wild, just loose and without guidance.
It was kind of funny and kind of exciting, since he could fall off
pretty easily and at a gallop that could lead to a lot of bad things.
The fall itself wasn't terrible, but the landing tended to hurt.
Getting a foot tangled in a stirrup wasn't too good either, but I'd
warned him about that stuff as best I could, and I chided myself for
wanting to run before he could walk.
"Yah! Go!" I put my heels to Taffy and it was like he'd been waiting
for that all day. I shortened up on the reins and now I did have my
ass up cause we were flying, and it was so much fun you wouldn't
believe it. I wished sometimes I was really small, cause being a
jockey had to be about the funnest thing in the world. Like being a
racecar driver, or a fighter pilot, except better than either of
those.
There wasn't anything mechanical about it, not even the reins or the
stirrups, it was just me and the horse and it was like whatever I was
thinking, Taffy was doing. The smallest pull was enough to turn well
over a thousand pounds of horse going more than forty miles an hour as
quick as I could want him to. A knee to Taffy's rubs would get him to
drift, left or right, and we were of one mind. All we could hear was
the wind and our hearts, and our blood was pumping fast, and it was an
awful lot like sex just then.
Taffy was our fastest horse too, being a quarter horse in his prime
like he was. Carmy was an English hunter, which was great for riding,
but she wouldn't outrun very many other horses. Not Taffy for sure,
and I was alongside her quick, kind of hooking the reins with my left
arm, which were loose around her neck, and then slowing us all down.
It wasn't really hard to do; I'd chased down horses plenty of times,
but never one with my boyfriend clinging to her neck.
Chris looked a little...Well, terrified.
"Are you okay?" I asked Chris when we finally came to a stop, the
horses barely breathing hard at all since the whole thing had taken
about fifteen seconds, tops, but it had seemed a lot longer to Chris I
was sure.
"I need to get down." He breathed and he was a little ashen.
"Okay." I smiled, but I didn't laugh or anything.
I slipped off Taffy and held both horses while Chris took his time
getting off Carmy, sort of falling off really, and then stretching and
rubbing his butt, and just walking around gingerly.
"The horse just kind of...Went...I tried to stop her, but I started
falling off and..." He had a lot of adrenaline.
"Yeah, that happens." I nodded. "It happens to me all the time."
I was standing close to Chris and I let the horses go, they just
wanted to pull at the grass and eat the roots anyway. They weren't
going to wander off.
"Really?" Chris looked at me and his blonde hair was all tangled up
and in his bright blue eyes.
"No." I giggled and his hopeful smile sort of evaporated, so I hugged
him and that made it better.
"I love you." I looked into his face. "Even if you can't ride a
horse."
"I...Yeah, I love you, Steph."
"Come here, down here...Let's just lay down for a minute."
"But Mark..."
"He can wait, he ain't going anyplace." I was already sitting down,
mashing long stiff weeds and grass under my butt. "Come on!" I
giggled, pulling Chris down too so we could lie on our backs side by
side..
"Hmmm....This is kind of nice." Chris grinned at me, looking around and
all we could see was a wall of weeds surrounding us, yellowish green
with a big blue sky above.
"Yeah." I bit my lip. "Nobody around for like two miles in any
direction either."
"Oh yeah?" Chris chuckled. "That's cool too."
"Really cool." I agreed. "You wanna do something?"
"What?"
"I don't know." I was playing all innocent because it was fun. "What
do you want to do?"
"Ummm..." Chris sucked his lips like he was thinking about it and I
pulled his left arm under me so I could lie close, on my left side
facing him.
"We can do whatever you want." I giggled and I was tracing a finger
around his t-shirt, over his chest.
"You're seriously sexy, you know that?" Chris turned his face to me
and his lips were soft and red.
"Am I?" I licked my own lips.
"Yeah."
"So...What are you gonna do about it, boyfriend?"
"I'm gonna fuck you, girlfriend." Chris smiled and he was getting
bolder finally, the way I wanted him to be.
"Ohhh..." I sighed happily. "Will you kiss me first?"
"Oh yeah, Steph." My boyfriend nodded and turned to his side and a
moment later Chrissy's lips found mine.
I stroked my hand along his back while Chris slipped his left hand
inside the loose sweatshirt I wore. I sighed into his warm wet mouth
when his hand cupped my bra covered breast, squeezing me gently and
then harder, massaging my ripe young tit while I sucked his tongue.
When Chris started tugging at the soft cotton cups, pulling them down
so he could find my nipples, I moaned with muffled agreement and
reached behind me, undoing the clasp so that my bra fell loose around
my breasts. I was instantly rewarded with Chrissy's fingers playing
over my nipples, first one and then the other, pinching and pulling at
my tender nubs of flesh until they were hard and thick and aching.
It was warm there in the grass, being so close to my boyfriend, being
kissed and touched like that, and so I broke our kiss long enough to
pull my sweatshirt over my head, shaking my long black hair free of
the fleece. I was sitting up and Chris went on his back again, smiling
up at me happily and he was so beautiful. His blonde hair was golden
and wild now, so unlike the way he usually kept it neat and pulled
back from his clear forehead. He was pretty, even beautiful laying
there. His cheeks high and colored with excitement, his mouth parted
slightly, and his lips swollen with a soft pout from our long kiss.
I smiled at him, knowing we didn't have as long as we wanted, but time
enough at least for this. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down my
legs, and then my panties as well, quickly and without hesitation. I
wasn't shy with Chris, not now, not ever again. He'd seen and touched
and kissed all of me and I loved him. I was naked under that afternoon
sun, being admired as Chris drank me in, and I laughed with my cherry
nipples rising and falling.
"Just stay there...Like that." I told Chris, undoing his pants slowly.
"I want to make love to you."
"Okay." He giggled at me and sucked in his flat smooth tummy, both of
us watching my fingers.
I undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees, but no further. I
was naked, but Chris didn't have to be. I pulled down his underwear
too and his cock was hard for me already, standing flat against his
belly as he lay there. I was already wet. I'd gotten excited from the
motion of riding Taffy first of all, and then our kissing, and now
this. My pussy was melting inside, like soft wax I felt greasy and
malleable. I wanted to reform my sex around Chrissy's penis and I
straddled my boyfriend eagerly, watching his face and the both of us
giggling.
"Ohhhh...yes, Stephanie..." Chris took a deep breath through his nose as I
slipped his cockhead against my slit and then inside.
"Is it...Niccccce...?" I sighed between my teeth, knowing it was and
letting myself down slowly, so that Chris' cock filled me up
completely.
"Yeah...Nice..." Chris agreed and he put his hands on my hips but I
laughed and pulled them off.
"No touching...I'm going to fuck you..." I moved slowly. "...Just me...fucking...
you..."
"I want to touch you..." Chris breathed.
"I know." I giggled. "That's...Uhmmm...What's nice about it..."
"Jesus..." Chris swallowed thickly and his hands just kind of hovered
around; he was unsure what to do with them.
"Here...Hold mine..." I held my hands down for him and Chris found them
quickly, our fingers interlocking and that was all the touching we'd
be doing, except for his cock inside my pussy.
We pushed and pulled at each other like that, using our arms for
leverage while we made love. His cock was deep inside me and I'd lift
myself just a few inches before settling back down to give him a
gentle grind of my pelvis against his. It was a nice way to do it, a
sexy way and fun, and it felt so good it was unbelievable.
I was going to cum first, I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to
help myself, I thought, a girl should cum first because if she didn't,
she might not get the chance. That made me giggle, but it was lost
when my cunt just seemed to collapse around Chrissy's cock, clasping
him tightly as my whole body shivered with pleasure. I closed my eyes,
smiling and lifting my face towards the suddenly too hot sun. I arched
my back and Chris was holding my hands tight with his, letting me
squeeze him hard while I rolled my ass wildly, fucking him almost
desperately.
It was a good cum, a nice one and while I was coming down from it,
feeling another orgasm lurking in the depths of tummy, Chris groaned
beneath me. He was bucking himself up from the crushed grass beneath
us, driving his cock inside me as best he could, and then cumming with
a rush of heat into the wet trembling confines of my womb. I felt him
indistinct, but warm and deep and I moved with the boy, sighing
happily and watching the sweet countenance of pleasure that formed his
face.
Even before he finished inside me, while his hard cock was still
leaking his sperm, I lowered my breasts to his chest, my lips to his,
and we were kissing hard. After five minutes of making love, which is
all it took for us to cum, we needed five more minutes just to kiss
and express the joy we found in being together. We wondered aloud and
together how we'd ever survived for sixteen years without each other.
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