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Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: A Real Gripper (postcard flash)
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A Real Gripper
postcard flash by Mat Twassel
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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.
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