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From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon)
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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] "Rhythm" {Uther} (mf pett flash) [1/1] <*>
Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 08:10:03 -0500
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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to 
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do 
something else.

    This material is Copyright, 2003, Uther Pendragon.  All 
rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right for all 
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation.  I 
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE 
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice 
is included.  Reposting requires previous permission.

     Most of my other stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www

    If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail them to 
me at anon584c@nyx.net.  

     If you save erotic stories and you prefer that other 
household members not be exposed to them, I recommend that you 
use a file zipped with the PKZip option -spassword.  (Where the 
password that you choose would, presumably, not be "password.")  
This still leaves the titles of the files and the fact that they 
are encrypted open to anybody.

    All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.

                             ======

                             Rhythm
                         Uther Pendragon

Josh pulled Ashley's shorts down a little further.  They were 
sitting on the couch in her rumpus room and she didn't want her 
naked butt on the cushion.  For that matter, she could pull her 
sweatshirt down and her shorts up faster than her mom could come 
down the stairs.

They were watching MTV, and the song changed.  He adjusted the 
strokes of his finger along her groove to match the new rhythm.  
When she stiffened, he stopped sucking her nipples to cover her 
mouth with his.  He kissed her hard to contain her sounds.

Beat from the screen, stroke of his finger, gasp from Ashley.  
Beat, stroke, gasp.  It went on until she collapsed against the 
back of the couch.  The TV went nearly silent, and he heard her 
parents walking overhead.


The end
Rhythm
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2003/11/17

Thanks to Neneh for proofing this.

This was written for the Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival

The index to most of my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.html

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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