{ASSD} The Overzealous Narrator: A sex story with no sex in it
Vinnie Tesla
Story" thread intrigued me. The following story is dedicated to him,
Laura Davis, and Hecate.
Jenny perambulated along the asphalt serpent, her full, perfect
breasts jiggling gently under her silk tank-top, her dark, plump
nipples pertly distorting the the fabric. Other pedestrians remained
unaware of this exquisite drama due to the heavy cotton sweater she
wore over her shirt, which shielded the exquisite movements of her
rotund bubbies from the eyes of the ordinary observer.
As she walked, one full, smooth thigh slid against the other, as her
full buttocks swayed bewitchingly. Her crinkly black pubes, compressed
by her underwear, hugged the voluptuous curves of her labia majora,
while bifurcating them rested the rosy and intricate hairless folds of
her volumptuous labia minora. Above her panties rose a faint trail of
fine black hairs, reaching towards, but never quite attaining, the
thrillingly yonic vertical slit of her tiny navel.
As she entered the convenience store, the bell jingled faintly, and
Biff, the strapping young clerk, entirely failed to look up from his
monster truck magazine. His thick, uncircumsized member remained
flaccid, a fact evident to anyone who was to glance (though no-one
did) at its shape, clearly outlined through his snug bluejeans. His
volcanic lust and earthy wit were, for the moment, absent from his
lean,
clean-shaven face. The force of his gaze, the scrutiny of his pale,
penetrating gray eyes, was turned indifferently to an article on new
developments in rustproofing.
Jenny found the items she desired--a Snickers bar and a small
coffee--and brought them to the counter. His peripheral vision
alerting him to the necessity of action, Biff deftly slid the magazine
onto the cigarette display case behind him, and surveyed her purchase
with a practiced eye.
"I don't need a bag," Jenny murmered, her voice a warm and husky alto,
her breath redolent of the pink moist interior passages of her throat
and mouth, her full lips parting slightly as she spoke, to reval her
glistening and agile tongue within.
Biff leaned over the register, his strong and nimble fingers flying
across the keyboard in practiced motions. "Dollar forty-seven," he
growled, his mind consumed with desire to resume the abandoned
article. She proffered two ones, and he made change, his strong and
calloused hand hovering over her delicate one for a moment as he
dropped two quarters and three pennies into her sensitive palm.
"Thanks," she murmured, as she headed for the door.
"Have a good one" he urged her, turning his lean and muscular torso
toward his waiting magazine.
Brief though it was, this encounter would haunt both of them for the
ensuing half-hour, redolent as it was of chances missed, of
oppoirtunities squandered. But they would never see each other again.
--
-Vinnie
http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/
"Sex is stranger than lizards" -Mat Twassel
mat twassel
favorite line is:
>The force of his gaze, the scrutiny of his pale,
>penetrating gray eyes, was turned indifferently to an article on new
>developments in rustproofing.
But I do have a geninue fondness for Jenny's tiny navel--as well as the rest of
her.
--Mat Twassel
PS Maybe you should send it off to that E-Zine. See what they think. I'd
publish it. But hey, I'd probably publish the other one, too.
Michael Dalton
>Above her panties rose a faint trail of
>fine black hairs, reaching towards, but never quite attaining, the
>thrillingly yonic vertical slit of her tiny navel.
As mat said, this is a sentence that's going to stick with me for a *long*
time. <g>
Michael
~Stories and More~
http://www.RuthiesClub.com
oosh
[the story of a brief encounter]
This reminds me uncomfortably of one of my early short stories (which
I don't think I ever posted to ASSM, because there was no sex in it).
As well as appreciating the humour, I have to say that I found it
extremely erotic. Delightful!
O.
Hecate
15:18:30 GMT, you filibustered:
>Mat's comment about "overzealous narrators" in the "How to Kill a
>Story" thread intrigued me. The following story is dedicated to him,
>Laura Davis, and Hecate.
>
>
>But they would never see each other again.
Thank goodness for that ;-)
--
Hecate
"They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear
satanic messages....but that's nothing. If you play it forward
it will install Windows."
hec...@newsguy.com
More Hecate stories at
http://www.asstr.org/~Hecate
http://www.storiesonline.net
http://www.nifty.org
or for ftp download at
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Hecate
den...@tanstaafl.zipcon.net
(Always Horny) held forth, saying:
>Vinnie Tesla wrote:
>
>>perambulated along the asphalt serpent
>
>You kin of Van Falmouth, by any chance?
ROFL--but Vinnie does that to make a point; VF seems to think it's
good usage.
--
-denny-
nocturnal curmudgeon, editor
Never try to outstubborn a cat. - Lazarus Long
Hecate
filibustered:
.Post it. It no longer has to be a sex story to be posted to ASSM,
remember? <g>