Message-ID: <37537asstr$1027678202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Desdmona22@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <194.a60f82f.2a71c0df@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 17:00:15 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Lost by Desdmona (Flash-FF) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates The following story is intended for a mature audience. If you're not supposed to be reading this, then don't! I have a new section on my website titled "Postcard Fiction." These are all stories that are considered Flash--under 500 words. Take a look and let me know what you think. www.desdmona.com ****************************************** Lost By Desdmona 263 words Copyright July 2002 Sophie Anderson retraced her steps for the third time. Car. Hallway. It had to be in the dressing room. "I can't believe I've lost it!" she sobbed. "Now of all times!" "It's OK, Sophie," Maxine comforted as she tossed pillows and lifted cushions. "We're going to find it. I promise." Sophie stopped and squeezed her temples. "I just don't know what I could have done with it." Maxine wrapped her arms around her and held tight. Sophie's tear-stained cheeks and slippery lips moistened Maxine's neck. She pressed her breasts to Sophie's and remembered what it was like without the barrier of clothes. Dancing nipples, they'd called it. "Shh, don't worry, pet. It'll turn up." Maxine wiped a tear that trickled alongside Sophie's mouth, and then pressed her lips to the same spot. Sophie turned. Their lips met. Salty, tender licks and soft, little sucks, followed by a burst of hunger. Lips and tongues mating. Mouths salivating. She mashed her body against Sophie's. Wishing the clothes away. Wishing for sex against sex. But it ended abruptly. Sophie's doing. "Don't you remember?" Maxine whispered. "Of course I remember. I'll always remember." Maxine felt an instant of bliss before Sophie crushed it. "But that was a long time ago. Before John. It's not me and you any more, Maxine. It's me and John." But it should be us, thought Maxine. She didn't want to cry. She'd cried enough already. She reached into her pocket, fingering the band of gold tucked inside, and pushed it deeper. "We better keep looking, Sophie. It's nearly time for your wedding." <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+