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From: Dryad <gbbjg@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} [Birthday] "Freudian Fudgicle" by Dryad
Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 09:10:05 -0500
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As always: if you can't see a NC-17 movie, skivv off. If erotica bugs
you why are you on assm? All others read and enjoy, but remember its
copyrighted to me. None of it's real (though I imagine I could do
pretty well if I had the right persuasion:) !)

Gary, happy birthday sweetie:) I hope you enjoy all your very sweet
presents *smiles*.
*hugs* Dryad
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Freudian Fudgicle
By Dryad

She's sitting there, on top of a picnic table.
God.
Her lean legs were crossed, her foot jiggling a loose flip-flop.
But her legs weren't what caught my attention. She must've been to the
Shack. Ice cream of all sorts, but nothing fancy for her. Just a
fudgicle.  

I'm not a voyeur, much preferring to participate than to watch. But
there was something so sensual about the way she enjoyed her treat.

She was oblivious to everything around her, her attention centered on
the frosty delight in her hand. Her tongue licked up to the tip, then
taking the entire length into her mouth. Slowly she removed it, her
cheeks hollowing as she sucked off the creamy, melting liquid. Her eyes
closed luxuriously, savoring the obvious sweetness.  

I was getting aroused, and looked around to see that no one noticed how
I watched.  

Her lips were covered with the chocolatey gloss that she seemed unaware
of.  The sunlight glistened on the stick, warming it, and making it
melt more quickly.  She noticed, and her tongue circled the base. From
the base, her tongue twisted around the fudgicle until it reached the
top, where she enveloped it in her mouth again. I nearly moaned out
loud.

I squirmed on the bench.  Slowly, the fudgicle disappeared into her
warm, inviting mouth, until there was none left.  As she finished,
someone came up to her.  She put the empty stick down on the table,
then followed her friend.

After a few moments, I stood up, went to the table, and picked up the
stick.  I dropped it into my pocket, as a reminder.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg at yahoo.com) 2003


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