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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Snapshot #23 - Water Tower Inn (MF, exh)
Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 21:10:08 -0400
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I admit it. It's been a long time since I posted anything. Real life
intrudes, and all that. And this doesn't necessarily mean that I am back,
but hopefully I'll be able to poke my nose around here a little more often.
Images. They haunt me. And the only way to make them return to the
purgatory whence they came is to transfer them to the written word.
The Snapshot series is a different breed. They are not stories, but
rather glimpses into the imagination. These are visual works where plot
and character are minimal. While most of the Snapshots contain erotic
imagery, they usually don't contain explicit sexuality.
Those who might be offended by this, or are below that age where their
respective government deems them adult, need not apply. If you are looking
for descriptions of hot pumping sex, huge breasts, and even bigger penises,
then you are probably in the wrong place. If you fit into these
categories, please don't read this writing. I will not be offended in the
slightest.
I welcome feedback on any of my stories at dcrimson@yahoo.com
I ask humbly that you enjoy the musings presented here; however, I would
also ask you to respect the copyright of the piece. This work is given
freely for the enjoyment of those that wish to read it. As such, I ask for
persons not to redistribute the work without express written consent of the
author, Crimson Dragon. The work may not be sold, modified, or used as any
endorsement for any commercial endeavour. You may not charge for access to
these words. To be clear, this means any distribution without the consent
of Crimson Dragon.
Now, if anyone is still here, please enjoy.
- Crimson
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson
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Snapshot #23 - Water Tower Inn (MF, exh)
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Copyright - August 2000 - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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"I'll do it," she spoke softly in his ear.
He opened his eyes as the words penetrated into his mind, and the
familiar rustling of her movements stirred his consciousness.
His head lay back cradled into the pillows piled high against the
unfamiliar headboard. Her weight settled comfortably across his legs. He
licked his lips deliberately, and glanced at her sideways. She lay naked
across the bedcovers, facedown, her fingers idly toying with her long
brunette locks, a mischievous expression upon her freckled features. As
always, she was absolutely glorious.
Knowing that he was playing with fire, but honestly not believing that
she would, he shook his head slowly.
"You wouldn't."
The smile gracing her lips intensified. After a moment, she pushed
herself up from her relaxation and crawled up the bed until her lips again
rested against his ear. Her voice was husky, warm, and absolutely not to
be denied.
"I'll do it," she repeated firmly after a moments hesitation.
Before he could protest, she was standing erect on her bare feet,
padding across the worn mottled carpet, her fingers on the doorknob. He
pushed himself up into a sitting position, positive that she was teasing
him. He smiled at her in understanding, beckoning her back to bed with his
finger.
Her lips formed an airy kiss, and before his breath could hitch, she was
gone. Her bare skin glowed in the hallway light, her bare foot upturned as
she slipped through the doorway. The heavy steel door closed firmly with
the solid click of finality.
His whispered words fell into an empty room, "I didn't want it that
badly."
He thought briefly of going after her, but abandoned that notion almost
as quickly as it had come. The inexpensive bedside clock flipped to 6:24,
and he sighed as he settled back into the pillows, and closed his eyes,
trying not to think of her departure. Though she'd only been gone a few
seconds, he ached with her absence.
A soft tapping opened his eyes. With a rush of adrenaline, he leapt to
his feet, nearly stumbling to the doorway. Her infectious grin absorbed
his brief anger reducing it to amazement. Her bare breasts danced as she
laughed and side stepped back into the room, brushing his arm with
electricity. He let the door swing shut as she collapsed in laughter back
across the bedclothes.
As he settled back onto the bed beside her, she propped herself up on an
elbow. Her face was flushed.
"That expression was priceless," she whispered to him.
"Did anyone see?" he asked simply, trying to keep accusation out of his
voice.
She simply smiled, and raised her right hand. Moisture dripped between
her tightly closed fingers. With a mischievous grin, she opened her
fingers slowly, revealing the small, clear frozen water cubes settled in
the palm of her hand. Shivering, she softly touched her nipples with the
ice, raising her flesh with a sigh. He opened his lips as he felt the
coolness of the water trace them, and one by one the cubes of ice melted
against his tongue only barely tackling his thirst. The coolness of the
ice was immediately replaced with the pliant warmth of her mouth on his.
She smiled as she felt him stir.
"Yes," she whispered.
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