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 Obligatory Disclaimer: This text contains sexually explicit material. 
Readers not inclined to such things should find something else to read, and
I am required to recommend that those under the age of legal consumption of
such material do so as well.

   Special Disclaimer: This one I'm not quite happy with.  It's missing
something, something that I felt very tangibly after a glass of Gentleman
Jack but somehow forgot to include in the text.  Please feel free to offer
suggestions.

   Flat

   By Adrian Mailenna

   I slipped into bed behind Jackie, wrapping my arms around her, and she
murred in comfortable delight, pressing back against me.  She could just as
easily have been a boy, I realized, feeling her naked fur, fluffed and
softer than down, against my body.  For all the voluptuous foxes and
smouldering cheetah temptresses in the world, she was enough for me, all
long, smooth muscles, exquisitely sensitive bundles of nerves, and gentle
curves hidden beneath her fur.  Her beauty was hidden beneath her thick,
luxurious fur, where it had to be discovered, caressed by fingertips and
hands, arms and legs, lips and teeth and tongue.

   Teasing the tiny, hard points of her small, elegant breasts between my
fingertips, I felt her panting in slow, growing excitement.  Jackie was a
special pleasure all her own, cuddling like a girl, soft-edged and gentle
against me, but fucking like a boy, hard, fast and always wanting more,
sleeping only in old sweatshorts and watery-blue panties of thick, heavy
silk, and just as eager to roughhouse as to play romantic games by
candlelight.  And now she half tried to flee the hardness pressing against
her and half begged for its attentions, as I slipped a hand down the curve
of her hip, pulling away the facade that hid her femininity.

   A warm purr rewarded me as I slid against the moistening softness
between my little Jackie's thighs, teasing it with smooth, tender skin, and
soon they became screams of pleasure as I proved how much a woman she
really was.

   -- Copyright 2004 Adrian Mailenna.

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