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     Tidal Waves, by Rajah Dodger
<rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c) 2003.  All rights
reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with
the stipulation that this authorship and permission
note must remain attached.

     Author's Note: Composed for the 2003 Erotic
Postcard Competition at FishTank; see the winning
entries at http://www.Desdmona.com/ContestWinners.asp.

     "Not here!"

     She giggles, but quietly.  Her nipples under the
white blouse are like hard candies, and her hands so
active between my legs bely her words.  Then
conversation ceases in a flurry of hot kisses,
fumbling fingers, sliding clothes.

     The choir robes behind me slither against my bare
bottom; I shiver and pulse in her hand while she rubs
me between her thighs.  Her breathing sounds so loud
in this confined space.

     Suddenly I'm inside her, and it's right and it's
right now; she digs her fingernails into my bottom and
devours my mouth with hers.  Her eyes are shut tight
as she grinds her hips against me.  I want to hold
back like the men in the movies but it can't be done.

     "----!"

     The full-throated bass chord of the organ sounds,
its vibrations amplifying our own as two bodies become
one in an irresistible tide of passion that leaves us
both emptied and fulfilled.

     On the other side of the wall, the congregation
begins a hymn of thanksgiving.

***** {END} ***** Completed 2003-09-14, 172 words

Copyright (c) 2003 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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