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Subject: {ASSM} Flash Fiction: Men vs Woman [MF][anal]
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 04:10:03 -0400
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As ever, would love feedback to help me be a better author!
Also hosted at my site http://bawdybloke.com/flash-fiction-men-vs-women/
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"Women are so unpredictable and contradictory! Always changing their 
feckin' minds!" My drinking buddy gulped half his glass of real ale,as 
there was general agreement for his opinion. "She said, always be honest 
with her, she likes that!"

There was sharp intake of breath from the surrounding men, as he drained 
the rest of his glass. We recognised that bear trap. We'd all been there 
before.

"So I was honest. I said, her sister's tits were looking awesome in that 
dress. And she flipped. Going off on one."

"What did you do then?"

"I just reminded her, that she said be honest with her. And that her 
nephew's christening probably wasn't the time to shout at me for saying 
her sister was fucking hot."

"Ahh," I muttered; I understood why, four of us were out drinking, 
welcoming Jeff back to the Singles' Club at The Red Lion.

But Jeff did have a point, women are unpredictable, contradictory and 
illogical. Take shoes; my ex-wife kept saying she never had any shoes to 
go with an outfit she had bought, but I took a look in her wardrobe and 
she had hundreds of pairs that she said went with nothing, but would 
never throw any of them out.

See, contradictory. Illogical.

Or take Denise. I met Denise at one of our first meetings of the 
Singles' Club and we had a few drinks, a laugh and went home. She was 
sexually provocative but not desperate; tipsy but not drunk. Her clothes 
disappeared as quickly as the vodka arrived and she clawed at me to go 
to the bedroom.

Hands undressed me before we reached her bed, as we made out on the 
stairs. Sexy. Passionate. Raw.

She grabbed my flesh as we inched towards her room. My hands rubbed her 
warmth as her grip stroked my erection. She wanted it; the primeval soup 
of lust seizing control of her actions. She bit her lip as she looked 
into my eyes, I wanted her too. I was desperate for her and grabbed her 
wrist, finally leading her into the bedroom.

Her fiery eyes were scintillating, her expression was sheer arousal, as 
I fell backwards onto the bed, wanting her to join me.

But she didn't: her long hands traced my body with her sharp nails, 
dragging across my skin and sending shivers across my flesh. She growled 
at me, squeezing the tops of my thighs with her razor-like talons.

My startled cry sparked her arousal.

I watched as she cackled, gripping my legs with her vicious claws and 
sliding down my body to kiss the top of my cock.

I whimpered; was she going to bite it? She was playing rough, and I 
didn't really know her.

Instead she gave my erection a gentle suck before impaling her mouth on 
my prick, gliding graciously down my cock as I claimed my first blowjob 
in over a year.

Her hands wandered, squeezing my balls and running her sharp needles 
over my sensitive testicles. Her fingers probed and danced along my 
skin. Her mouth sucked, and her tongue wove a message of incredible lust 
across my glans.

I was in heaven. I loved every second of her fabulous blowjob as her 
mouth bobbed on my cock and her fingers pressed against my perineum. And 
then my bud; the pads of her fingers were slipping over a cool wetness 
on my ass.

I writhed, but the undeniable pleasure of her controlling actions was 
overwhelming. I could feel myself nearing that point. I groaned and 
mewed, the three weeks of single-man desperation set to be liberated 
with a veritable fountain of cum, when she pulled away. "I want anal," 
she cried.

Music to my ears. I nodded, panting, ready to agree as she pulled a 
harness from her bedside table. And a dildo.

"Hang on!" I cried, as her grip clasped around the lubricant, realising 
what she wanted to do.

See: women, damn unpredictable.

"You didn't think you'd fuck me!" She taunted, as she cap slipped off 
the lube and thick goo oozed onto the black head of the toy. "Oh dear, 
dear, dear."

"I'm not gay!"

"I'm not a man," she snapped, her eyes sparking as she grabbed hold of 
my ankles and pushed my legs higher, scrunching up my abs. "You'll like 
it. Every man does really."

She pushed the fat head of the fake cock against me as I whimpered. "I 
won't. Stop it." But she had no intention of doing so, giving me a few 
seconds to get used to the feeling before filling my rectum with her dong.

She gasped, groaning with every slam of her cock against my bud. She 
gripped hold of the back of my thighs, digging her nails into my flesh 
as she panted; my own body betraying my violation. My prostate swam with 
sensation; stimulated for the first time with a strap-on, as she 
pounded. Intense. Instinctive. Visceral. As her deep thrusts drove 
through my concerns and inhibitions, her body shuddered and pulsated.

She screamed obscenities as she climaxed; she grabbed hold of my cock 
like it was a joystick as she rammed furiously into my butt. "I'm going 
to make you come," she promised, jerking my dick

vigorously.

The warmth crept up on me; the explosion not unexpected. The intensity 
very much so. She smiled as I yelled: my body writhing under her touch 
as several waves of cum landed on my stomach.

She slowly withdrew and looked at me. "You like pegging now?"

"It's for gay men," I muttered ungraciously in my lusty haze, still panting.

"So I can't do it again, later?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe," I muttered.

"See. Men are so contradictory!" She teased as she passed me some 
tissue. "You lot are always changing your minds. So illogical."

Pffft.

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