Message-ID: <44124asstr$1062029404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <mmtwassel@aol.com> From: mmtwassel@aol.com (mat twassel) X-Original-Message-ID: <20030827171646.18281.00000041@mb-m06.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 27 Aug 2003 21:16:46 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: A Real Gripper (postcard flash) Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 20:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44124> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, hecate A Real Gripper postcard flash by Mat Twassel ============================= Fireflies floated through twilight while Joe soaked the gardens. Inside he saw JoJo curled upon the couch, her book concealed by knees, her lips slightly parted, her eyes devoted to the page. Joe admired the curve of her bottom and the fluff and halo of her auburn hair in the lamp's amber glow. "Do you think there are fewer fireflies this year?" he whispered. "Oh, honey, you startled me!" JoJo hastily set her reading aside and rose quickly. "Good book?" Joe asked. She kissed him. She kissed him deeper. Her mouth made him moan. "So what about it?" Joe managed to ask, a dozen kisses later. "I think there are as many fireflies as before. It's not like lightning bugs explode." "I meant your book," Joe said. "Reading, you seemed so ... sexy." "Did I?" "Was it ... explicit?" JoJo laughed. "Not everything has to be explicit. Bed isn't everything. Sometimes a couple in a book is so achingly right for each other. But bed is just not to be." "Isn't that sad?" "Yes. Very." "If we were characters in your book, would we be meant for each other?" "Yes," JoJo said, unbuttoning her blouse. Taking it off. Shucking her shorts. Her panties. "Luckily, we're not in a book. And you know what that means?" She lay back on the couch, her legs slightly parted. "What?" "That we can fuck, silly. I get to kiss you everywhere, first with my pussy, then with my cunt. Your knees, your nose, your oh, oh. Oh, honey! There. Yes, especially there." Endlessly snug silkiness expanded. A billion fireflies exploded. Much later Joe reached over to switch off the reading lamp. He noticed the book on the floor. 2003 Summer Seed Catalog. ============================= A Real Gripper postcard flash by Mat Twassel Originally this story appeared in Desdmona's FishTank as a 500 word flash story. With the generous help of FishTank readers, I revised the story. Now I have revised the story further, this time to fit the 300 word postcard fiction maximum. Your comments are welcome. I also encourage you to visit Desdmona's Fishtank at: http://www.desdmona.com/fishtank.asp And don't forget to enter the Postcard Erotica Fiction Contest. Cash prizes! Entry deadline is Sept. 15, 2003. Find information at: http://www.desdmona.com/contest.asp -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+