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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Iceworld, by Tom Bombadil
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[BSFSF] Iceworld

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Nov 2003

This one is for Bradley Stoke's Flash Stroke Festival.  As stated below, 
anyone, including Mr. Bradley Stoke on his ASSTR web page, can list, 
archive, and/or share this story.

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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Iceworld
Sometime while we slept the weather cleared and got cold, freezing all 
of the rainwater and melting snow in place.  Now, staring out through 
the open flap of our tent, I see a glinting, glistening wonderland, 
shaded pink in the sun's dawning rays.  Sitting up, our heads barely 
poking out of our sleeping bag, my breath is white, the chill air 
nipping at my nose and ears.  Colder still is the chin of my love as she 
rests it on my shoulder, she staring wordlessly at her first live 
winterscape.  Her arms are wrapped around me from behind, linked just 
below my breasts.  When I turn my head and kiss her, she sighs softly 
and holds me tighter, her breasts pushing more firmly into my back.  Her 
touch is still light and tentative; she is unsure of herself, unsure of 
what she should do.  Holding our kiss, I twist in her arms until we face 
each other, wrapping my arms around her in turn.  Slowly and softly I 
begin making love to her, with gentle caresses and warm lips.  After a 
while she responds, her nervousness giving way to a rising passion.  
This is our first morning together, and I hope it will be a glorious 
foretaste of many more to come.

<Fin>

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