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Subject: {ASSM} Blossoms by Lord Malinov
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<color><param>0100,0100,0100</param>Blossoms
by Lord Malinov
<<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
I bought the bouquet on impulse, as I walked through the
underground labyrinth of halls and shops that surround my office
building. The heavy aroma of life flourishing in winter, a scent
captured and held richly thick in the stale dry air of the complex,
caught my wandering attention and unconsciously drew my serious
thoughts back toward home, evoking for me the woman who
waited, anticipating my return. I imagined her smile, her warm
needy embrace, and without realizing why my thoughts had taken
such a romantic turn, I looked up to face the dozens of dark
blossoming rosebuds.
"Hey, Mal, what'll it be?" asked Cecilia. The small florist with her
thick mane of colored hair and bright eyes had sold me ten
thousand flowers during the past decade, arming me for courtships,
engagement, marriage and now this.
"My love is like a red, red rose," I recited. Burns is one of those
poets who always seemed thin and reedy, yet forever popping off
my tongue.
"Sure thing," Cecilia said. "Dozen? Boxed, bundled or delivered?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I want to hand her a bouquet, when I walk in the
door."
"Gotcha," the florist said, walking back to the glass cabinets to
start choosing my delicate array of buds. "How is your wife?"
"Almost ready to burst," I said with a smirk.
"When's she due?"
"Three weeks," I sighed. Time never goes slower, it seems, than
the last month of pregnancy. Cecilia cut the stems with a sharp
blade, added some baby's breath and nestled the flowers in a
blanket of green cellophane.
"You'll get these in water within the hour," Cecilia instructed, taking
my cash and making my change. "Good luck," she added. "Is it
a boy or a girl or do you know?"
"Thanks, probably a boy. I always assume the worst." Ceclia
laughed as I walked away, blossoms in hand.
It strikes as a moment's joy, the sudden radiance in a woman's
eyes as she receives a flattering gift and I basked in the warmth of
Diana's appreciative glow.
"You're so sweet," she said, beaming.
"And you're so beautiful," I responded. She held the blossoms
close to her smiling face, drinking in the fertile perfume.
"I wish it were spring already," she said. "Flowers and rain and
your dick in my mouth." Her voice deepened seductively with the
lingering provocation.
"Mmmm," I said, imagining with a hardening throb.
"MOM!" yelled a child, running to join our revelry. "Where did you
get those!"
"Your father," she replied happily and I started upstairs to change
my clothes, knowing any redemption of promises would just have
to wait until dark.
Our evening came and went. As the hours faded, I sent Diana into
a gentle slumber with a long, luxurious backrub, a daily dose of
medicine I had long been fond of adminstering. As the fire began
to dim in the fire and my thoughts began to drift into visions of
peace and fantasy, I roused Diana sweetly, carefully leading her
upstairs to bed, finally reaching the end of yet another day's
journey along expectancy.
Within a crystal vase, the fragrant bouquet of roses adorned
Diana's dresser, filling our bedchamber with the sweet scent of
spring love. I nestled behind my pretty, swollen lady in the snug
confines of sheets, blankets and pillows. I held Diana closely as
night fell deep around us.
Fading into darkness, my weary hands lightly caressed the taut
flesh of Diana's overfull belly, and with a pinch of naughtiness, I
cupped and fondled her heavy, heavy breasts. Love consumed me
and I kissed her neck and whispered my devotions. She purred
softly and rubbed the roundness of her bottom against my admiring
cock.
I don't know when we acquired the habit, but somewhere along the
path of this pregnancy, Diana had come to prefer the prod of my
dick in her ass. Half asleep, she engaged my rock without
preliminaries, without a note of question, without a pause of
hesitation. I held myself firmly behind her, the only way I could
bring myself close at this point, hard in my lusty desire for her
fleshy embrace. I held my breath as Diana sank my length slowly
and insistently into the blooming ecstasy of her bottom's delightful
grasp. I buried my face in her hair, suckling the womanly scent of
her pregnant glow, pawing at her tits, holding her full belly and as
we slowly relaxed, I gently eased my blossoming rhythm of
anxious desire into her. Once the fire had been ignited, and the
fuck moved hungrily, Diana spread her legs beneath her belly, and
touched the heated fertile gap of her pussy to let herself come at
once, deeply, wildly, madly.
I spent myself within her flower, and kissed Diana until the spring
sun rose.
~~~
<color><param>0000,0000,0000</param>Blossoms
by Lord Malinov
<<malinov@ev1.net>
<nofill>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
<http://users.ev1.net/~dccain/malinov/>
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