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Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel -- Valentine's Day Breakfast in Bed
Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 03:10:09 -0500
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Valentine's Day Breakfast in Bed
by Mat Twassel
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Cunt pink, dawn presses against our seaside window. 

"What would you like to do today?" Laura says, 
turning into my arms. 

"Fucking," I answer. "Lots of fucking." 

"How much?" Laura says with a giggle. "How many 
times?" 

"Four," I say. "Four times." 

"Ah," she answers, her hand already up and down my 
cock. "Then we'd better get started." 


                     ~ ~ ~ 


"That was nice," she says, stretching back. I'm 
making soft circles on her belly, bringing the wet 
up to make her skin slippery. "Will the others be 
as good? Will you make me come and come until I 
can't come anymore?" 

"You can always come more," I tell her. 

She laughs and turns away from my fingers and I 
snuggle up behind, my cock soft and comfortable in 
the groove of her bottom. She brings my hands to 
her breasts. "Tell me about fuck number two," she 
says. 

"It'll be before lunch," I explain. "You'll be 
watching the gulls from the kitchen window. They'll 
be circling the pond, dipping and diving. I'll be 
behind you. I'll pull your joggers down and you'll 
lean forward a little. I'll press myself in." 

"Mm, in," Laura says, pushing her bottom back 
against me now, and I can feel myself stiffen a 
little. "Then what?" 

"Then fucking," I say. "But I won't let you move 
much. I'll keep you trapped against the counter. 
You'll feel it pressing against your mound. Your 
cunt will be so snug and sweet." 

"Snug and sweet," Laura says as I press in, into 
the deep wet, and roll on top, trapping her 
underneath. 

"And number three?" she asks. I can feel her 
clenching. A slow strong clench. I push into it, 
against it. "What about fuck three?" 

"The swivel chair," I answer. "At sunset. First 
you'll suck me. You'll kneel between my legs and 
look at me as you suck. My cock will fatten in your 
mouth. Your spit will flow. You'll hum and croon. 
When I'm close, you'll slip down your pants and sit 
on my lap, facing away, securing yourself while 
sunset pours through our deck window." 

"Won't someone on the beach be able to look in and 
see?" 

"Yes," I say, "Yes, they could. They could look in 
and see your cunt quivering and clenching around my 
cock. They could see your fingers touching where 
we're joined, trembling against your sweet little 
clit, moving faster and faster, dancing there, 
frigging ..." 

"Oh," Laura says. 

"Frigging yourself until you ... " 

"Oh, oh, oh," Laura says. "I'm going to. Now. 
You're making me. Oh." 

"Yes," I say. "Come. Come now. Yes, yes, yes. So 
sweet. So very very sweet." I pour into her. 


                       ~ ~ ~ 


"You're so bad," Laura says some minutes later. "So 
naughty." Now she is making small circles on my 
belly. "I don't think I'll ever get up," she says. 
"Ever, ever, ever." 

"What about breakfast?" I ask. 

"Fuck breakfast," she says with a grin. 

"Sounds good to me," I answer. And we're holding 
each other, kissing. Kissing and holding. Holding 
and kissing.


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Valentine's Day Breakfast in Bed
by Mat Twassel

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