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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Rest Stop by Mat Twassel
Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 15:10:04 -0500
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eighteen wheeler down the road a ways, sunlight licking the 
windscreen, the silver glint catching Laura's excited eyes so 
that she smiles and shifts herself, settling deeper around Mat's 
root, her travel dress flowered fully open, fluttering lightly in 
the little breeze which lifts it along her endlessly lovely legs, 
or is that Mat's hand upon her bottom? A slip-slap of friction, a 
suck of cock-slickness, and she's going again, rising and 
falling, rushing urgently towards the glow, shutting her eyes 
against it, light squeezed from air like the wake of orgasm. Mat 
holds her through the buck of aftershock. The roadside sign 
shivers in the sun. 
                       Rest Stop
Reeds quiver along the road. Trees bask auburn, silver, gold. 
Birds soar. Mat leans back against the bench, Laura's liquid 
weight a slow-motion ooze of wonderment.  "Oh, Mat, you make me 
so--" His kiss quiets her, calms her, sets her off again, and 
soon the silent ululations of her undulant cunt signal the 
approach of yet another wave of ecstasy rushing at them like an

Rest Stop
by Mat Twassel
2003 Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival

Desdmona's Erotica Fiction workshop at

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