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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil - Redeye
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Enjoy!
Redeye
Short (very short) story #8
By Tom Bombadil (c) 1996
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work
of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities
or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real
events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my
friends or relatives.
You've been warned.
I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.
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A hand on my thigh woke me. It was under my blanket, under my
dress, and making its way up to my pantiless crotch. I kept my
eyes closed, and gave a slight smile.
We were on a redeye flight from L.A. to N.Y.C. I had the window
seat. My husband had the aisle seat, right beside me. He was
obviously still feeling frisky.
His hand quickly reached its goal and began playing. I
was already moist from his previous exploits. Then, for the
first time in our year of marriage, his hand found *the spot*.
I wanted to scream my pleasure, but couldn't! I wanted to
shout "Yes! There! Yes!"
My mouth, and my eyes, stayed tightly closed. Only the
faintest of whimpers escaped. Within seconds, I was lost in
the most powerful orgasm he'd ever been a part of. It
continued until he withdrew his hand.
Shaking and trembling in the aftermath, I opened my eyes.
My husband was just returning from the washroom. His seat was
empty.
<Fin>
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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