Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 17:22:23 -0400
From: Toni526@hotmail.com
Subject: Randi IIA

To all of my friends and fans:

I'm putting a short hold on Randi III to write this short story, called
Randi II A.  I'm doing this because of my wonderful, understanding,
gorgeous, brilliant and supportive husband, Ryan (Wow!), who has written a
story of his own (with my editing, of course.  Ha, ha!).  How his story
came about is a really great story for me to write.  Please forgive me if I
sound a bit proud of him.

I stayed in New York City last night (See Randi III, when posted soon, and
you'll know why!) and, after a long day of unending meetings, I arrived
home at about 7.  I missed the kids rushing out to meet me since they were
still at their Grandparents for another two weeks.  Entering the house,
however, was another adventure since I was scooped up in Ryan's huge arms
as soon as I was through the door.

First, let me tell you something about Ryan and me.  We met under extremely
unusual circumstances.  Having been born and raised into my teens in the
US, I and several friends moved to Israel to study and experience that
wonderful country.  After serving my required two years in the IDF (Israeli
Defense Force), I achieved the rank of Lieutenant and was recruited by the
Mossad.  Excited and fearless, I experienced what I thought would be the
most difficult training of which one could possibly conceive.  It was all
of that, but I had more in store for me when they shipped me off to Kyoto,
Japan for further training.

The sensei (Teacher) was a tiny, ancient man with all of about 100 years of
wisdom and knowledge and I was instantly drawn to him.  He took me under
his wing and trained me to such a degree that I was sure that I was
immortal.  Big, big mistake.

One day, after training sessions that always ended with my supposed
superiority, I was cleaning the dojo and he asked me to work out with a new
student from the US.  I approached the mat and positioned myself for a war
when this enormous - thing - approached.  Tall, well over six feet, he was
naked from the waist up, not wearing the normal Gi, outfit.  His shoulders
were unbelievably broad, thickly twisted sinews of muscle, a rippled chest
and abs that were incredible.  I looked up and my heart flipped over and
almost fell out of my butt.  Long, dark hair in a pony tail, no less , iron
gray-blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard and a mouth that just screamed at my
libido.  I had met the man of my dreams and I was about to try to kill him.

Fat chance!  Unfortunately, this Special Forces God, whom I later lived
with before we were married, kicked my tiny little butt.  I was trying,
really, but, even if he was taking it easy on me, he was too powerful and
quick.  What I also didn't know was that he had been training, at that
time, for over 20 years, with the Sensei being his first and only real
teacher.  Obviously, the sensei was determined to bring my arrogance down a
step or two.  It worked.

After two years of the Mossad for me a and SOG for Ryan (Someday, we both
will have stories to tell), we finally came together for good in the US.
My luck, ladies and gentlemen.  My great fortune!

Anyway, After letting me up for breath, Ryan, with a great smile, took my
hand and led me to our bedroom.  He stopped at the door and handed me a
small cassette for my recorder and said, "I want you to listen to this and
let me know what you think.  I used your method, Honey.  Now, take off your
clothes and give it a listen.  Okay?"

I smiled at him, kissed him lightly on the lips and slowly closed the door.

I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, opened the nightstand drawer and
took out my recorder.  I placed Ryan's tape into the recorder, turned out
the light and put in the earpiece and lay back to listen.


I won't go into the details of the tape.  You can read it for yourself in
bisexual/adult-friends.  I will tell you, however, that once I got over the
shock of the direction of his story, I almost passed out from the passion.

I let my hands roam all over my body as I pictured Ryan in the throes of
passion.  I put from my mind all thoughts that Ryan had been with another
man - a young man - and thought of his passion, the feel of his body
against me, his cock penetrating all openings of my body.  My fingers were
his cock in my cunt, plunging in to inconceivable depths, plunging into my
asshole as I pushed back against his groin.  I tasted his cock in my mouth,
the hard, velvety smoothness with all of its veins and contours, stretching
my lips as it entered, the taste as he poured his come down my throat and
into all my cavities.

Just as my hands touched the softness of my ass, my legs, my inner thighs,
my tits, my nipples, there came the hands of my husband.  And, my new
friends.  My passions were on fire as I climaxed again and again.

Finally, I was exhausted, unable to even lift a finger to shut off the
recorder when the tape was finished.  I lay there in a divine stupor,
surrounded by a warmth that was comforting.  I must have been in the
bedroom for quite some time because the door opened, slowly, and Ryan's
head peered in.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" he asked, slowly approaching the bed.  He sat
on the side of the bed, afraid to say anything more or touch me.  I know
what he was thinking and, using up a little of my bitch power, I let him
stew for a moment.

Suddenly, I reached for the collar of his shirt and, with all of my
strength, pulled him over to me, my face glaring into his, glaring at him
in the dim light.  Suddenly, I broke into a wide grin and pulled his face
hard into mine, kissing him harder that I had ever kissed anyone.  I pushed
my tongue hard into his mouth, tasting a salty tartness and suddenly
realized that I had cut his lip.

I let Ryan up and looked into his eyes.  "Did that really happen?  With
little Jerry?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, Honey, it did.  And, I can assure you, it is no longer "Little
Jerry".  He's almost as big as me."

I looked at my man with such love for him that I felt l was going to burst.
I smiled to assure him that I wasn't upset or mad.  Actually, I did feel a
gentle twinge of jealousy.  I guess that's normal the first time.  But, I
wanted to assure him that I understood, just as he had been there for me.

"Honey, it's okay.  I love you.  But, we really have to set some ground
rules," I said, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
"For me, it will only be with women and you.  For you, only guys and me.
That's the first rule.  Okay?"

"Of course.  Did you honestly think I would ever want another woman?" he
asked incredulously.  "There could never be another woman for me.  You
ought to know that by now, Dunderhead," he said.

"I know, I know," I said, burying my head against his massive shoulder, a
little ashamed of myself.  "I just thought that, maybe you were having
second thoughts about me, now and I was just thinking…" I continued.

He placed a hand across my mouth, then took my face in both of his huge
hands, kissed me lightly and cupped my face.  "That will never happen,
Sweetheart.  Never.  This thing with Jerry was a sudden thing, not
something I'd really been thinking about.  It just seemed to happen.  And,
Jerry wants to do it again."

"As long as you protect yourself.  Okay?" I said, kissing his soft lips.

"Right," he said.  "The hysterical thing is that he told me he always
fantasized about being in this bedroom, having a wild sexual experience.
But with you, not me.  Tells me that all the kids in the neighborhood have
been drooling over you for years."

"Well, of course.  What did you expect?  I've been trolling the
neighborhood for years," I laughed.  "Sorry.  Not a chance.  When I want a
man, it will always be with you."

Well, that's how Ryan's story came about.  I helped him transcribe it,
edited it and we posted it.  I think he will be writing more, too.  We both
intend to write fantasy, too.  But, we've agreed that any stories posted in
Randi and Ryan will be truesies.  Is that a word?  I doubt it.

If you enjoy his first effort, I know he'd love to hear from you at his
Ryanblazer hotmail address.  Or, at mine: Toni526@hotmail.com