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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to 
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do 
something else.

    This material is Copyright, 2003, Uther Pendragon.  All 
rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right for all 
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation.  I 
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE 
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice 
is included.  Reposting requires previous permission.

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     If you save erotic stories and you prefer that other 
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use a file zipped with the PKZip option -spassword.  (Where the 
password that you choose would, presumably, not be "password.")  
This still leaves the titles of the files and the fact that they 
are encrypted open to anybody.

    All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 

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Here are three entries for the Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke 


                         Uther Pendragon

"I want you," Karen said.

"I want you, too."  Paul eased into her and shifted so that his 
weight was on his elbows and his hands were on her breasts.  "I 
think I want you more than I ever did when we were courting."  He 
stroked her nipples as he moved slowly in and out.

"I know I want you more now.  Feel that?"

"Oh yes!  All around me.  Oh, Karen."  He moved faster, pounding 
into her, until he stopped in laughter.

"What's so funny."

"We want each other more, now we're married and we sleep in the 
same bed.  Ain't it convenient?"

The end
Uther Pendragon


                         Uther Pendragon

Their grandson's car was parked under the trees.  "Did Pete tell 
you he wanted to use the cabin?"  Greg asked Mary.

"No.  'Course I could have forgotten.  So could you."

"Oh," a girl's voice came through the screen.  "Oh Pete!"  The 
two of them stopped.  Then "Ahh!"

"Diane," Pete's voice answered, "oh, Damn!"  Greg and Mary tiptoed 
back to the car.  She seemed amused, he felt angry.

"Now, Greg," she said, "relax. The apple doesn't fall far from 
the tree.  You did invite him to use the cabin."

"Yeah," he admitted.  "But I didn't say he could use it as a 
motel, a *convenience*."

The end 
Uther Pendragon


                         Uther Pendragon

Conveniently, the new hormones were increasing Carol's libido 
too.  He kissed over her rounded belly on the way to her mound.

"Now!" she said.  "Kiss me there."  Conveniently, he was heading 
for her sweet labia; and just now was a great time for a taste.  
He licked them, sucked one lip and then the other, licked her 
button as she climaxed.

"More," she said, "you."  She handed him the pillow as she 
scooted to the edge of the bed.  Conveniently, the pillow under 
her hips raised her just enough so he could slip in while 
kneeling on the floor.

"Yes," she said as he stroked in and out.  Her second climax 
conveniently took him to his.  He kissed her belly once more 
before helping her get straight on the bed and joining her.

The end
Uther Pendragon

Thanks to Denny for editing these

Other fairly-short stories of mine can be found at:

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