This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they would
do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I
don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at
asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun!
Let me know what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s right boys and
girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask- we’ll talk.

Dryad
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“Where are my keys!” She yelled, rushing around the house like a banshee. “Fuck, this is
just what I need.” She muttered, then screamed, “Bill! Jesus, where are my keys? I’m
gonna be late!”

Nothing had gone right today. Rumor had it she was about to be downsized out of a job,
her car hadn’t started when it was time to leave work, so she’d been late picking up the
kids from the daycare. She got a mustard stain on her favorite shirt, and to top it off, she
found out she gained ten pounds.

Maybe some scream therapy would work. “BIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!”

He came bounding down the stairs. “The kids are in bed, hun. You need to relax.”

“I NEED to get going. Where are my damn keys!!?” she fumed, flitting from one place
to another, panicking.

Bill chased her down and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Kim. Sloooowwww down.
Take a deep breath. Your keys are right there on your purse.” She jerked toward her
purse. “Uh, not yet. Look at me.” She had the freaked out look of a deer in the headlights
of a semi.

“Bill, I gotta get…” It was as far as she got. His lips closed over hers blocking out the
rest of her words, slowing her mind. He kissed her sensuously, his hands on her
shoulders, kneading out the tension present. His lips traced hers; his tongue explored her
mouth slowly, as though he were counting her teeth.
That made her smile into the kiss, as he pulled back. “Now, where do you need to go so
badly?” watching to see that jacklit look in her eyes disappear.
“I’m supposed to be at a voter’s meeting tonight.” She sighed heavily.
“You aren’t presenting, right?” he looked at her questioningly.
“No, I’m not. But I should…” she started to sputter.
“You should relax. They aren’t going to miss your vote. You’re staying here, so you can
get some relaxation therapy.”
She smiled wanly. In the earlier years of their marriage, that is what she’d called it. Her
stress relief. Now, she was luck to get the time to breath. Bill had actually been very
good about it lately. She knew the lack of intimacy had to be hurting him as well. She
slid up against him. “You’re right, we have been neglecting each other.”
He smiled. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
She kicked of her shoes, taking a deep breath. She wandered into the living room and sat
down, facing the fireplace. There was a chill in the air, so Bill had started a fire. When
was the last time I sat and watched flames? She watched the colors mix, the tawny
yellows and rust oranges. She felt her tension release some. After a few moments, she
felt Bill’s hand on her shoulder.
“Close your eyes.” She could hear the smile in his voice. She complied, and felt him
reach for her hands, pulling her up and leading her away. She smiled, wondering what
her inventive husband had up his sleeve. She thought she was near the bathroom.
“Keep your eyes closed now.” He released her hands, and began to unbutton her blouse.
Gently, he moved her hands back down to her sides when she reached to assist him. She
felt the humidity in the air, the scented steam of her favorite bath salt. Bill unbuttoned
her skirt, and helped her to step out of it. He carefully pinned her hair up. When she was
totally nude, he lifted her in his arms, and placed her in the tub full of warm soothing
water.
“I’ll be right outside, if you need anything,” he told her. She opened her eyes. The
bathroom door was indeed shut, and Bill was not there. Candles were placed at the
corners of the bath, flickering in the rising steam. A glass of wine was placed on edge of
the tub. Kim smiled. When was the last time I took a bath? When she thought Bill
hadn’t forgotten anything, she heard the strains of Enya’s Watermark come through the
speakers of their sound system.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” She called out softly.
“Nope, this is for you. I’ll be here to thank when you get out.”

Kim sank deeper into the water, the scent of lemongrass and ginger enveloping her. The
steam made the candles flickered, and she sighed deeply. The water eddied around her
body, the currents making whisper soft touches against her skin. She felt the tension
begin to leave her body, her legs and arms slightly floating in the buoyant water. The
water made soft gurgles as her body shifted slightly.
She let her body soak, until the once hot water turned tepid, then took the large bath sheet
hanging nearby and wrapped it around herself as she stood up. She let the water out, just
as Bill opened the door.

“How are you feeling now?” he said softly, as his hands took the towel, and slowly dried
her off.
She sighed. ” Much better. Thank you. I don’t remember the last time I did that.” She
leaned up, giving him a soft kiss. He returned it, before lifting her up.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” He asked.
Kim squirmed in anticipation, wondering what was next.
He carried her back into the living room, and laid her down on the soft quilt he placed
before the fire. Off the hearth, he took the glass cruet of warming oil. She quietly rolled
over onto her stomach, her head resting on the pillow he provided. He dribbled the
vanilla scented oil down her spine. He placed the cruet back on the hearth, close the fire.
Then the phone rang. The first ring jarred them, by the second, she was pushing her torso
up with her hands.
“Kim, don’t get it.” He pleaded.
“Its probably the committee.” She sighed heavily.
“Fine, I’ll get it.” He jumped up before she could reply.
He answered it on the third ring. “Hello? …Yes, she’s here…” He looked at her naked
form on the floor, “No, she can’t come to the phone…Yes, mmmhmmm. No, she’s a bit
under the weather. I’ll let her know.”
Bill hung up the phone and quietly moved back to her side. “What did they want?”
“Don’t worry about it. Its nothing important; I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He whispered in
her ear. She leaned up to argue, then thought better of it. She was getting spoiled, why
mess with that?
His hands were back on her back, long strokes on either side of her spine. She sighed
softly, as she felt her lower back roll under and release. His hands rolled back up, rolled
in fists, his knuckles pressed into her tense muscles. Bill shifted, so that he was
straddling her thighs. With the better angle, he worked out more and more of the tense
spots in her bad. Kim mewed softly, her body softening beneath his touch.
When her back was soft, pliant and relaxed, Bill moved lower, and began to massage her
buttocks. Her feet began to turn outward, eyes closed. “Watermark” faded out, and
“Book of Secrets” started. The music flowed over her, as the oil and Bill’s hands
followed. The tone was seductive, middle-eastern; dark and smoky. His hands followed
suit, and warm kneading became soft sensual touches. The warmth licked at her sides,
down her thighs, between her thighs.
The smoky light from the fire made her skin glow. Bill sighed softly. His fingers moved
gently over her thighs, teasing, testing. She moaned softly as his fingers dipped between
her thighs. She felt him lean forward, felt him press a soft kiss onto the small of her
back. Slowly, sleepily, she rolled over.
“Hi” she whispered softly, her eyes at half-mast, smiling up at him.
“Hi yourself.” He smiled back at her. She raised her arms to him, and he took her silent
invitation. The first kiss was sensual, lingering. Her fingers found the hair at the nape of
his neck, teased it. Her chest moved of its own volition, rising to meet his. They fell into
each other gracefully, lovers who knew each other, and had no need to rush.
His hands stroked her hair, kissing down along her collarbone, smiling when he felt her
shiver.
“Cold?” he questioned softly as he shifted down to her chest, grasping a nipple and
suckling it.
“Hell, no, its downright tropical.” She laughed shakily. He watched the color rise on her
chest, and as always, thought how beautiful it was; the slow pink of her arousal rise from
her center up her chest to her neck and face; like watching the rising of the sun.
He dipped into the sunrise, meeting the line of pink as it crossed her diaphragm. His
tongue dipped lower, swirling around her navel. Kim sighed softly, her fingers wrapping
through his hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him lower. He took the not
so subtle suggestion, and trailed downward, where he dawdled. First he kissed her inner
thigh, then licked the apex where it met her groin. The smell was heady, of vanilla,
ginger and what was uniquely her own scent. His nose nuzzled, teasing her, as her body
began to move against him sinuously, her legs still held captive by Bill’s. She moaned
softly, almost in time with the music, when he finally touched her center with his tongue.
He placed his hands on her hips, as his tongue flicked at her in time to the music. The
sounds, the scent, the touch, all wrapped her in a sensual haze.
Kim’s body writhed beneath him, unable to focus on anything except the feel of his
mouth and fingers teasing her. She felt the wave building, the tension she’d be holding
tight behind the dam of her emotion. Her thighs tightened around Bill’s head, her bottom
leaving the floor as her back bowed with tension. Suddenly, the dam burst and the tension
died down in wave after wave of bliss.
Bill lightly stroked her thighs as she came down from her zenith. Her body occasionally
spasmed, the residual tension dying back, leaving her body slack and limp. As she reality
seeped back in, Bill asked her softly, “Feel better now?”
Moaning softly, she answered, “God, yes. I love you.” Her hand moved softly toward his
body clasping his hardened manhood with a smile, “But I don’t think all the tension is
gone yet, do you?”

Fin

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002 http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad

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