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Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} December Bride (Shon Richards) (M/F, Rom)
From: LordShon@aol.com
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 06:10:00 -0500
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This contains sex. This is also mine, though permission is
given to archive it, intact with this heading, as long as you don't make
money from it. The author is on his bad knees, begging for a comment on
this at lordshon@aol.com
December Bride, By Shon Richards
People thought Sally was insane for many reasons. Her coworkers at the
Museum thought she was insane for not using any of her vacation days until
the first heavy snowfall of the winter. Her secret admirer thought she was
crazy for never dating, especially since she was hitting 40 and her beauty
couldn't last forever. The at the hardware store thought she was
insane because they never before had known a woman who had bought as many
chainsaws as Sally had. It really disturbed them when Sally would only
smile when they asked what she needed them for. The construction company
thought she was crazy for building a garage that opened into the backyard,
and not her driveway. Sally's thought Sally was insane, but that's
because she had had her committed to an institution at the age of
18, so you can understand her mother's opinion. Sally's neighbors thought
she was insane for owning a ten-foot high privacy fence around her yard,
when they knew for a fact that she let her grass grow or die, with no help
from her.
"She doesn't even sunbathe, even with clothes on!" complained the
neighbor's son.
The fact that chainsaws could be heard in the middle of the night from
Sally's house didn't help her reputation. If Sally had owned a cat, she
might have earned the reputation of being a witch, just out of people's
desperation to explain her eccentricity. If Sally had brought anyone
home-- women, men, animals-- then people would have just thought she was
kinky. The truth of the matter was that if people REALLY had known Sally's
secret, then her wouldn't have felt guilty every Thanksgiving when
her snubbed her again.
It was the morning after the first heavy snowfall, and Sally was up
about three hours early. She was too excited to sleep, and previous
experience had taught her that she wouldn't be able to sleep much more
anyway. She prepared a cup of hot chocolate to clear her head and to warm
her for today's big event. Sally took out the special clothes that she had
set aside for this day, and gave them a minute inspection. When she was
satisfied with her clothes, Sally gave the same inspection to her body. It
was a typical morning for a woman who was renewing her marriage vows today.
Sally's body held up to her demanding standards, just barely. She
couldn't help the wrinkles that were appearing on her face, but her high
cheekbones and bright blue eyes distracted a viewer significantly enough
for Sally's tastes. Her hair was styled very short, because she
found long hair on her wedding days was more of a nuisance than it was a
beauty enhancer. Just because she was approaching 40 was no reason for her
not to have a tight stomach, as a vigorous self-imposed workout proved.
Sally was especially proud of her legs; they rippled with muscles whenever
she moved. Her legs required exercise to maintain their form, while her
arms and back were naturally fit from the long nights with her chainsaws.
When Sally was satisfied about her body enough to quell her racing
heart, she donned her sweatpants, two pairs of socks, fuzzy sweater,
gloves and her warmest jacket. Her wedding veil consisted of a hood,
pulled tightly around her face. She had worn the same outfit for nearly
twenty years, replacing individual pieces as they became worn. It was a
certain secret fear she had that made her keep this outfit. Like a child
trying to repeat a magical event that they did not understand, Sally wore
the same clothes just in case they were some inexplicable part of the
ceremony.
Why take chances on your wedding day?
Sally's garage opened into the backyard for a reason-- it's much easier
to wheel a hundred-pound block of ice outside when you don't have to go
through a door. Considering that Sally spent all year carving, forming,
repairing and chainsawing this block of ice, the last thing she needed was
a difficult path for her final creation. Only in the garage could she have
the privacy and constant cold air to work on her ice. A self-taught ice
sculptor, Sally developed her craft during the long summers and lonely
nights.
The block was another masterpiece; the kind of perfection that can only
be built by one lover for another. Standing six feet tall, it was a
defined outline of a man's shape. It's legs were strong and wide,
straddling the ground like a frozen Colossus. The arms were held to the
side, every cleft and bulge painstakingly carved and detailed. Hands that
could never curl into fists were formed by careful sculpting with a chisel;
fingernails had even been added. Shoulders, proud and powerful as a
knight's, were the most recent improvements, flawless from the fresh water
Sally added last night. A phallus hung between it's legs, an undeniable
statement on the gender of the sculpture.
The head was the only part that was featureless. Simply round on a
defined neck, Sally lacked the courage to do the face with her skills.
There were no eyes, no nose, and no attempt at a mouth. Maybe one day,
when Sally was absolutely sure she could do it perfectly, Sally would do
the face, but not this winter.
Once the ice sculpture was outside, the true work began. In the
darkness of the dawn and in the privacy of Sally's fortified yard, she made
use of her artist's talents. The winter's first snow became her medium
now. Nimble fingers wrapped in leather gloves picked the best snow, forming
and packing it with care. Only when the snow was pure and worthy to Sally,
did she stick it to her ice sculpture. Using skills that she had possessed
since she was a child, Sally dressed her sculpture with snow. She
obliterated her fine details with the snow she layered on, but she knew
that true craftsmanship always shows through in the end.
Clothed in the snow, Sally's sculpture was ready for the final
additions. She dragged out a treasured chest from her bedroom, bringing it
on the long journey outside. The chest was much larger and heavier than
needed, but Sally would have felt unfaithful if she used anything less.
The double locks and secret catch took her a moment to open, as she only
used it once a year. In time, the nervous Sally was able to open the
chest, and she retrieved the singular treasures inside.
A worn button went to where her sculpture's nose should be. Two small
pieces of coal, worn down over the years became the eyes. A corncob pipe
denoted where the mouth should be. A scarf that had been patched several
times was wrapped around it's neck. A handful of water that was last
year's snow, was poured over the sculpture's body.
Finally, came the hat that Sally and her friends had found so many
years ago. The hat that Billy had tried to destroy when Sally wouldn't go
out with him. The hat that Karen begged and cried for Sally to give to
her. There must have be some sort of magic in this hat they found,
because once Sally placed it on the sculpture's head, that was always when
her lover returned to her.
Ice cracked, and the breeze carried the sharpness of ozone. Shifting,
surging, and even boiling, the snow went through a myriad of states as it
sought to meld into the ice underneath. The button disappeared as the
shape of a nose made of ice took it's place. Twin pieces of coal grew
larger and warmer as pupils formed. The corncob pipe moved in the mouth of
one that was stretching a jaw long since unused. The arms reached out and
stretched, taking full measure of the power that was given it.
It only took a minute for the magic to happen, but Sally was already
crying. Some part of her always doubted her sanity; the part that
remembered the lies she had to believe in order to escape the asylum her
mother had placed her in. To see that she was right, to see the long hours
paid off in such beauty, it was almost too much for the December bride.
"Why are you crying, Sally?" her lover asked with his friendly voice
that was full of love. "Didn't I tell you I would be back some day?"
"Yes, Frosty, and you always keep your word," she cried as she hug him.
His arms held her as tightly as they ever did. There was so much Sally
wanted to tell him. As she basked in the love of his hug, she wanted to
let him know of all the difficulties she had encountered this year, all of
the funny that had occurred to her and all of the times when she
wanted desperately to somehow summon him early. All of the things she
wanted to share became less important as he held her in frozen arms that
died for her every winter. Right now, she had a more selfish need that she
wanted attended.
Pulling away from his hug, Sally took her lover by the hands and brought
him inside the garage. She wasn't concerned about him melting like he used
to years before. The solid block of ice that was his core would take hours
to melt in daylight. The two lovers had learned that as long as he covered
himself with fresh snow every couple of hours, he could maintain his shape
indefinitely. Both of them were grateful to have discovered this, it
reduced the chances of Sally catching frostbite every time they renewed
their vows. There was a reason why Sally had an air mattress fully
inflated on her garage floor.
His hands pulled free her hood while she unbuttoned her coat. Frosty's
hands removed her sweatshirt as she struggled with the removal of her
boots. They laughed as Sally nearly toppled over while they removed her
pants. Sally shivered as Frosty kneeled to remove her underwear, but it
was definitely the good kind of shivers.
Clad only in her bra and gloves at this point, and still standing, Sally
dug her gloved fingers into the soft snow of Frosty's head as his mouth
kissed her thighs. She always was amazed with how his lips could be so
cold, yet his breath be so warm. Here, and there, he kissed the inside of
her thighs while she stood before him. He left moisture on her skin with
every touch of his lips, leaving a cold trail on Sally's skin that she
didn't mind in the least.
Frosty's hands held her hips and firmly pulled her down to the floor.
Sally sat down, resting herself on the edge of the mattress. His hand came
up and held her cheek, and Sally rested her face in her loved one's hand.
To be touched by a loved one, after a year's absence, was heaven to Sally.
She snuggled into his hand, reaching out and taking his other hand and
placing it on her hip. The cold wasn't shocking her as much anymore, which
let her enjoy the warmth of his loving touch.
Sally felt him come closer, and she felt the heat of his kiss on her
neck. She tilted her head, and reached up to pull her hair back. He
immediately kissed further up her neck, nipping with his soft lips the skin
she presented to him. His body was pressing against her as she sat, and
she loved every touch she had of his body. While he kissed her ears and
her shoulders, Sally's hands moved back and forth over the slick snow that
covered his body. It was already hardening to ice, and Sally knew from
experience that this was due to her lover's arousal; his arousal for her.
Too anxious to be passive any longer, she rolled Frosty over to his
back. As he laughed deeply, she straddled his lap and ran her bare legs
down his side. The wet feeling that her bare legs felt while rubbing on
Frosty were minimal compared to the flood she felt between her legs. Sally
wanted him so bad, and in so many ways. She held herself up by grabbing
his shoulders, and she twisted her legs back and forth over his hardening
legs, her pelvis twisting sinfully on Frosty's lap.
Frosty reached for her bra, and Sally quickly removed it. She never
questioned his fascination with her breasts. Although he was made of snow,
he had too many other masculine qualities to doubt that he had very human
interests. She cried out when his cold lips at her nipples. Even
his hot breath couldn't completely soothe the shock of having ice on her
aroused nipples. It turned her on so much, the way his mouth so
strongly on her nipples. She felt like he was trying to draw something of
her into him, and as Sally straddled him and let him suck, she hoped that
he gained everything he wanted.
Her hips were moving lewdly at this point, and Sally felt it was time.
Reaching behind her, she gripped his phallus of ice. It pulsed in her
hand, a very bizarre experience to feel ice pulse. Her legs already
spread, Sally literally slid down Frosty's legs towards the joining of
their sexes. He entered her perfectly, the ice and her own arousal
lubricating the way. Frosty filled her completely, and Sally moaned freely
at yet another perfect fit. It paid to design your lover's phallus
yourself.
Frosty's hands shifted to her buttocks, pressing Sally harder to him.
Sally shifted her hands to his broad chest, giving her the support she
needed to thrust him inside of her. Their eyes remained locked on each
other, her blue to his black. The freezing chill of him inside her was
intense, yet the cold was a small sacrifice for making love to her husband.
Her sex contracted often, trying to avoid the unforgiving touch of the ice,
yet her sex also craved the friction that would cause her to warm up.
Sally had learned over the years that the only thing to do was to grind,
and grind hard. A year of hard exercise paid off, as it gave Sally the
endurance and the power it took for her to thrust over and over onto the
cold hard cock of her love.
The explosion came quick for the bride. In mid-thrust she paused, and
Frosty's hands forced her hips back down for one final impalement. Her
eyes closed and her mouth hung open as the sensations of ice were replaced
by a spreading warmth that radiated from her sex. She sat back slowly, her
body struggling to come out of her ecstasy and back into consciousness.
When she could open her eyes again, she saw her love studying her
intently.
"Sally, if it was possible, would you spend eternity with me?" her lover
foolishly asked.
"Eternity and a day," Sally answered, with the silly energy that the
recently sated sometimes have.
"Good," Frosty said softly, and he withdrew from her. Sally rolled
happily onto the mattress, waiting to see what her lover wanted to do now.
This was normal, on their first day together; they usually made love in
dozens of positions. When she was too exhausted, they would talk about how
her year had been. Now that she had been pleased first, Sally was eager to
please her love in whatever way he desired. Sally just wasn't expecting
him to stand before her, and motion for her to come to him.
Crawling over, it occurred to Sally that she had never her lover
before. Frosty was always too eager to bury himself in her sex, often
stopping her from even kissing down there. Intrigued, she gave his cock a
lick, still kneeling before him. She was surprised to hear him moan, and
even more surprised when his hands went to her head and pulled her closer
to his cock. That was ok with Sally, Frosty was the only she had ever
been with, and she had always been curious about this part of other
people's sex lives.
The phallus was still hot from their earlier love making when Sally
placed his cock in her mouth. As large as it was, Sally could only get so
much into her mouth, but the part she could get was causing Frosty to
shiver now. She was relieved to be doing it right, and it encouraged her
to move her mouth faster. The icy nature of his cock helped. It was easy
to run her lips along a naturally lubricated cock. Experimenting, Sally
tried running his cock through her lips sideways, like a flute. She tried
getting as much of him as she could, straight into her mouth. She even
tried holding his cock with her fist, and just flicking her tongue over his
tip. What she discovered, was that any permutation was enough to cause her
lover to clench her hair and groan.
In time, Sally simply placed her lips around the width of her lover's
cock and licked him. It was in this manner that she felt his phallus throb
rapidly as his groans reached deeper and deeper tones. Not for the first
time, Sally wondered where the semen came from, as Frosty never had
anything that looked like testicles. This was the first time she ever
tasted his semen, as the cold water splashed into her mouth. That's all it
tasted like to Sally-- cold water, without even a bit of ice. Her head
froze when he erupted, but her hand came up and stroked his hard phallus.
Sally masturbated Frosty's semen into her mouth, swallowing his offering as
he gave it to her.
Both now satisfied, and Sally experiencing an unfamiliar soreness to her
jaw, the happy couple decided to retire their lovemaking for now. Sally
made herself some hot chocolate while Frosty opened the first of the cold
beer that she bought for the winter. In the garage they stayed, and Sally
told her love about her job, her and of course, how lonely it had
been this year. This led her to ask a question she asked every year.
Sally asked what was it like where Frosty came from. Once again, her lover
surprised her by breaking tradition. This time he answered her.
"Oh it's a beautiful white land, Sally." he answered. "Jack Frost has
his castle there, and all across the land, not a single snow flake falls
without his knowledge. Frost Fairies play constantly, while the Ice
Dwarves build larger and larger icebergs to float on the Great Sea. At
night, you can hear the Snow Beast roar as it searches for it's mate, while
the Polar Birds fly across the night sky, their multicolor streaks
following behind them."
It sounds beautiful," Sally said. She then shrieked as her mug burned
her hand with a sudden heat. The cup dropped, and Sally jumped at the
sound of the porcelain cracking.
"What the hell?' she asked, more embarrassed than hurt. "It got too hot
to handle, like I was touching a burner."
Frosty rose and hugged her. For once, she didn't shiver, not even a
little. He wasn't cold to Sally at all.
"We'll never have to renew our vows again," Frosty said into her ear.
She knew how he did it, and she knew why he had never let her taste his
seed before. Sally hugged him tighter as happiness caused her to cry again
for the second time that day.
Sally's employers always knew Sally was eccentric about the winter, so
they didn't become concerned when she didn't return to work on time. When
her vacation had been over for a week, they contacted her mother, who
contacted the police. The neighbors were no help at all, although they did
wonder why the chainsaws had been quiet for nearly a month. They couldn't
even explain why an woman like Sally would have made two snowmen in
the backyard.
The police were the only witnesses when an especially strong wind blew
the hat off of the snowman, and the hood from the snowwoman. The wind
carried the head apparel into the sky, and the police, erroneously
believing the hats had nothing to do with their case, watched them as they
were swallowed up by the swirling flakes.
The end.
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