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Subject: {ASSM} Hurry by Desdmona (MF, Flash)
Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 16:10:02 -0500
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The following story depicts consensual sex acts. If you're not supposed to be
reading it, then don't.
War isn't pretty. In too many cases it's very personal and on many different
levels. This is an attempt to understand one level.
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Hurry
By Desdmona
233 words
The first time I said, "Hurry" to my husband I was seventeen. Shirtless.
Braless. His mouth latched around my nipple. My fingers dovetailed in his
hair. We weren't yet married and his parents were due home. But it was easy
to forget about them when his tongue lathed my breast, and my titflesh
disappeared into his mouth as he nipped and sucked. Until they came through
the door and I couldn't redress fast enough.
Hurry.
I had said it a hundred times since - especially after his fingers
pitty-pattied my clitoris to orgasm. Like when his engorged penis nudged deep
inside me, and my womb shivered with his presence. "Hurry, lover, hurry," I
said as we rocked together like a buoy in a wake until he spent himself
within me, and I orgasmed again.
Hurry.
It's been too long since he heard it last. We stood at the door, his arms
locked around me. Our lips pressed together. He exhaled and I inhaled,
embedding his breath in mine. His cap blocked my fingers when I reached to
touch his crew cut. The stripes at his shoulders struck me as prison bars
rather than evidence of excellence, but the pride in his voice as he assured
me, "It will be okay," reminded me why I love him.
"Hurry home, lover, hurry home," I whispered in his ear.
And now I say it every day.
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