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From: Desdmona22@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Lost by Desdmona (Flash-FF)
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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The following story is intended for a mature audience. If you're not supposed 
to be reading this, then don't!

I have a new section on my website titled "Postcard Fiction." These are all 
stories that are considered Flash--under 500 words. Take a look and let me 
know what you think.

www.desdmona.com


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Lost
By Desdmona
263 words
Copyright July 2002



Sophie Anderson retraced her steps for the third time. Car. Hallway. It had 
to be in the dressing room. "I can't believe I've lost it!" she sobbed. "Now 
of all times!" 

"It's OK, Sophie," Maxine comforted as she tossed pillows and lifted 
cushions. "We're going to find it. I promise."

Sophie stopped and squeezed her temples. "I just don't know what I could have 
done with it."

Maxine wrapped her arms around her and held tight. Sophie's tear-stained 
cheeks and slippery lips moistened Maxine's neck. She pressed her breasts to 
Sophie's and remembered what it was like without the barrier of clothes. 
Dancing nipples, they'd called it.

"Shh, don't worry, pet. It'll turn up."

Maxine wiped a tear that trickled alongside Sophie's mouth, and then pressed 
her lips to the same spot. Sophie turned. Their lips met. Salty, tender licks 
and soft, little sucks, followed by a burst of hunger. Lips and tongues 
mating. Mouths salivating. 

She mashed her body against Sophie's. Wishing the clothes away. Wishing for 
sex against sex.

But it ended abruptly. Sophie's doing.

"Don't you remember?" Maxine whispered.

"Of course I remember. I'll always remember." 

Maxine felt an instant of bliss before Sophie crushed it. "But that was a 
long time ago. Before John. It's not me and you any more, Maxine. It's me and 
John."

But it should be us, thought Maxine. She didn't want to cry. She'd cried 
enough already. She reached into her pocket, fingering the band of gold 
tucked inside, and pushed it deeper.

"We better keep looking, Sophie. It's nearly time for your wedding."

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