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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Forward and Backward in White with Buckles (Palindrome Flash) (Alexis S)
Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 22:10:04 -0500
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Forwards and Backwards in White with Buckles
A Palindrome in 300 words by Alexis Siefert

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Palindrome: a word, verse, or sentence, or a number
that reads the same backward or forward.  

This is a work of adult fiction and should be read
only by adults. It is also my work. Although I receive
no compensation other than your comments, it is still
my work. Please respect this and do not repost it
somewhere else without talking to me first about it.
If you are not allowed to read works with sexual
content, either due to your age or by virtue of the
laws in the geographical location in which you reside,
please do not continue.

Enjoy, and if you're so inclined, please let me know
what you think.

Alexis (ealexissiefert@yahoo.com)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The best decisions are rarely the easiest ones to
make.

Yes, I love him. I will always love him.  I can't live
with him, but I do love him.

My ears filled with the rush of my own blood and
passion.  My heart thumped against my breast, and I
felt his pulse on my skin-strong, fast, then slowing
as his once-ragged breath calmed.

I was deep in him; he in me.  I wrapped legs, arms,
and lips around his pulsing.  We matched and paced
each other-my thrusts for his, pounding and flailing. 
I was covered with the warmth from his body and could
feel the wetness between my thighs.

My thoughts raced through our lives together - I saw
him once, and I knew we were in love.

"You must be mistaken, I don't think we've met." 

Why did he insist it's me who's mistaken?  Again. 

Something cold, sharp, in my hands.  

Again.  Why did he insist it's me who's mistaken?

"You must be mistaken, I don't think we've met."

My thoughts raced through our lives together - I saw
him once, and I knew we were in love.

I was covered with the warmth from his body and could
feel the wetness between my thighs. I wrapped legs,
arms, and lips around his pulsing.  We matched and
paced each other-my thrusts for his, pounding and
flailing. I was deep in him; he in me.

My heart thumped against my breast, and I felt his
pulse on my skin-strong, fast, then slowing as his
once-ragged breath calmed.  My ears filled with the
rush of my own blood and passion.

I can't live with him, but I do love him. I will
always love him.  Yes, I love him.

The best decisions are rarely the easiest ones to
make.


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