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From: Souvie <femecrivainNOSPAM@netdot.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "The Morning After" (MF, oral, flash-fic)
Date: Mon,  3 Mar 2003 07:10:02 -0500
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"The Morning After"
(348 words)
by Souvie

*disclaimers and thanks at the end

- - - - - - - - - -

If she could just find her panties, she swore she'd never mix schnapps
and tequila again. Shit shit shit! She could have sworn he'd tossed
them into the corner, on the beanbag, but there was no sign of them.

She got down on all fours and peered under the bed. Dust motes, a
stack of Playboy magazines, two socks and some Legos. No panties.

She sat back on her heels, a wave of dizziness causing her to put her
hands to her head. She made a pact with herself to never drink again.
Same pact she made last weekend. And the weekend before.

He moaned and she looked up. For a nutritionist, he had one fine body,
and it was begging for her attention. At least one part of him was.

She inched onto the bed, careful of her still woozy head. She stopped
when her face was directly over his crotch.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his cock. It was hard; as hard as
it'd been earlier when she'd been bouncing on it.

Pursing her lips, a perfect oval, she lowered her head, taking the
cock into her mouth. His pubic hair smelled of sex, hers and his, a
musky cross between seawater and sweaty sheets. She laughed at the
strange thought.

The man on the bed moaned and flexed his toes at the vibrations of her
lips around his cock.

She started a steady rhythm, sucking inward as she moved up and down.
One hand snaked around to play with his balls.

His hips started rocking, keeping a counterpoint to her mouth. He
wouldn't last long - they never did in the early morning, caught
between the Sandman and sunrise.

Before long come drenched her tongue, filled her mouth, slid down her
throat. She licked the last of it off her lips and slid down the side
of the bed, her bare ass on the cold, wood floor, panties forgotten.

*One hundred and fifty calories, total fat nine grams, cholesterol
zero, protein two grams.  Why couldn't sperm come with a label?* she
thought, burping.



THE END


copyright 2003 by Souvie - no distributing without asking permission
first

Comments and praise greatly welcome at: femecrivain@netdot.com
or you can use the handy form on my website:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Souvie/www

Thanks to Gary for supplying me with the opening and closing lines.
Actually, he gave me two unrelated lines, and I tied them together.
I'm still not sure whether that's a good or a bad thing. *g*

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