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     sadly, this story is not true.  it is also not copyrighted.  anyone
may take this story and perform it in public or in private for profit
or for charity, and all i ask is that you let me know how it worked
out.  i would kind of rather you didn't publish it though.  i don't
think it really qualifies as publishing quality.  -- don't

   for amythest.

   remember last night, after we came home from dinner and finally
managed to leave the movie?  i asked you to let me undress you; not
because i wanted to make love, but because i wanted to baby you.  you
agreed, but you didn't actually let me.  you never let me baby you; i
suppose it is good that you are so independent, but sometimes i just
want to hold you in my arms and make you feel like you are everything
to me; i want to do everything for you, so that you don't have to lift
a finger for anything.  i wanted to leave you happy and comforted, and
i wanted to do it my way.  let me tell you what i wanted to do to you
last night.

   i wanted to hold you; to pick you up in my arms and carry you to a
chair.  setting you down in that chair with a kiss on the forehead to
say, i love you, darling, let me help you.  first, i would start at
your feet, deliberately pulling off your shoes and stroking your feet
through the stockings.  such lovely, heeled shoes, though i can see by
the sigh of relief you utter that they were not as comfortable as you
claimed when you put them on.  then, i run my hands softly up your
body and move around behind you.  i unbutton your blouse, just the one
button, and lift your hair off of your shoulders, tucking it in
beneath the blouse so that i can pull it off without destroying the
beautiful arrangement that still hadn't been lost at the end of the
evening.  the blouse is that velvet green thing that is so soft and
elegant; the buttons are gold-coloured with some funny stone in the
middle of each one.  beautiful, particularly on you.  i wanted to lift
first one arm, and then the other, pushing your arms through the
sleeves as if you were a doll, letting your head loll back on the
chair and completely relax as my hands caress you and move you where
they want you to go.  with your hands now inside your blouse, i can
turn it around carefully, so that the wide part of the neck is in
front of your face.  gently i pull it up over your head, making sure
not to disturb your ears or your nose and letting your hair reassemble
itself as it passes through the neck.  your hands fall to your lap
and... oh, god, i forgot you weren't wearing a bra.

   i wait for my pulse to relax, gazing at you, your beautiful face
looking up to me, your hands clasped in your lap, and your bare breast
grinning at me as if to say, are you sure you don't have an ulterior
motive?  no, i do not, and i carefully plunge on, though not without
first regretfully caressing the cleft between your breasts as i gather
you into my arms and stand you up.

   your eyes close as you stand with your hands by your sides, and i
pull your skirt, that gauzy skirt through which you can easily see
your stocking-covered legs and the black slip that protects the less
public areas of your body; pulling it down around your ankles easily,
i lift first your left foot and make you step out of the skirt, and
then the other foot as you grasp hold of my head to steady yourself,
pulling me frighteningly close to you as i kneel at your feet.  i can
smell your musky odor coming through your stockings, and if i don't do
something quick i am going to forget my intentions.

   i hold you until you recover your balance, and then return to your
waste, pulling your nylons and your panties down around your knees in
one motion.  nearly nude, your body calls out to me, and i feel mine
answering as i stand behind you and guide you to a sitting position on
the bed.  than, i return to your feet, carefully ignoring the ignoble
callings i am feeling at the sight of your nakedness again.  it is so
hard to love so intensely and still keep that love in perspective.
tonight we are not to make love.  tonight we are to simply love.

   pulling your stockings down around your ankles, i let my hands
wander across your thighs and knees, gently caressing them and
exciting soft moans from you as you sit above me, eyes closed.  then,
picking up first your left foot and then the right, i slip the
stockings over them and cast them aside.  your panties follow, pulling
them down your knees to your feet, then placing your feet in my lap as
i pull the lacy things off of you and drop them next to me.  overcome,
i kiss your feet warmly, running my hands up the back of your legs,
and then stand, reaching for the nightshirt you left hung over the
chair when we rose this morning.

   your eyes open and you smile as i approach you with the shirt,
rolling it up around the neck and holding it out for you.  you reach
up with your arms, but i push them away, reminding you that this is my
job, and yours is to sit and enjoy my attentions.  i quickly pop the
rolled-up shirt over your head and carefully pull your hair through
the neck-hole, trying not to disturb it an more than necessary.
billows out around you, and i feel compelled to stop a moment and kiss
you, my hand straying into your lap for just a moment.

   then, i pull the shirt down around your body, regretfully covering
up your perfect breasts and concealing the soft mound of your pubic
hair so that it cannot tempt me longer.  reaching through the arms of
the nightshirt, i find first one arm and then the other, pulling them
through the holes and setting them back in your lap.  as i do this, my
hands accidentally brush your bare breasts and you gasp from the
contact in spite of yourself.  i smile weakly and promise...

   finally, i pull back the covers on your bed; the soft, downy quilt,
and then the silky sheet, to reveal the soft mattress which will keep
you safe, comfy, and warm until morning.  then, i softly gather you
into my arms and lay you down in the center of the bed, pulling the
sheet and quilt over your body, and kissing you, sadly, good night.
you smile up at me, sad and happy at the same time, and i blow one
final kiss before i leave, softly, to let you sleep.

_______________________________________________________________________
I want to live as an honest man;   | -- annoth -- | Don'T [Stella] Ross
To get all I deserve, and give all I can,         | 184 Park Ave #2
And to love a young woman I don't understand...   | Worcester, MA 01609

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   finally, i pull back the covers on your bed; the soft, downy quilt,
and then the silky sheet, to reveal the soft mattress which will keep
you safe, comfy, and warm until morning.  then, i softly gather you
into my arms and lay you down in the center of the bed, pulling the
sheet and quilt over your body, and kissing you, sadly, good night.
you smile up at me, sad and happy at the same time, and i blow one
final kiss before i leave, softly, to let you sleep.

_______________________________________________________________________
I want to live as an honest man;   | -- annoth -- | Don'T [Stella] Ross
To get all I deserve, and give all I can,         | 184 Park Ave #2
And to love a young woman I don't understand...   | Worcester, MA 01609


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