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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] The Writer by Mat Twassel
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                              The Writer
    I want to fuck you so bad. I want you. I need you. But how?
    If you're a guy you might want to know about my perky tits 
and sweet ass and flat tummy. About the way my legs go on and on 
and my silky cunt clenches the hard hot length of your lovely 
cock. About the way I moan and gasp and melt in surrender.
    If you're a girl you might want to know about my eyes adoring 
your shape and spirit and song, about my arms aching to hold you 
for an instant, and strong enough to hold you forever, about my 
mouth swollen with love words, full of kisses soft and hot, 
tender and hard, juicy and joyful, about my snug and tightly 
muscled butt, powerful enough to drive you to endless ecstasy.
    Or if you're a book you might want to know about my 
fingertips teasing your spine, my thumbs carefully opening you, 
my eyes drinking you in, rejoicing in you while making you mine.
    How can I know who you are?  I can't. So fuck you!  Just fuck 
you, whoever you are! Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. Until 
y'all come so sweet and good. Ah!

The Writer
by Mat Twassel
2003 Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival Entry
Desdmona's Erotica Fiction workshop at

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