Message-ID: <40729asstr$1044558603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Desdmona22@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1cd.1cf8d42.2b73df63@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 10:55:15 EST Subject: {ASSM} "Cage" by Desdmona (MF Flash) Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 14:10:03 -0500 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: newsman, RuiJorge The following story is a flash story with adult content. It was first published as part of the Flasher Selection at www.ruthiesclub.com. It was because of the motivational encouragement of Dr. Spin and the wonderful Flash pieces of several authors: Spin, Alexis, Selena, Souvie that I was driven to try my hand at Flash. Flash can be an addiction--a fun one with lots of positive side effects. I encourage everyone to try it. ********************************************** Cage By Desdmona 283 words "I dreamed of a bird last night, Frankie. It was in a cage. It spread its feathers wide, trying to fly, but had to settle for its perch. All the while I could see its heart beating faster and faster. I watched it die." "Jesus, Noreen. That's creepy." "I don't know why I didn't try to save it." "Who knows? Maybe you didn't know how." "That's true. I really don't know anything about birds." "What's to know? They're fucking birds. They do two things: fly and shit on the hood of your car. Unless we're talking about the birds and the bees." Frankie reached for Noreen's breast and jiggled its unbound weight. "Now these birds I like. Heh, heh." Noreen didn't blush. Yeah, Frankie could be crude. Grabbing her with calloused hands. Unzipping his pants, letting his penis dangle out while driving. Saying 'fuck' the wrong way in the wrong places and at the wrong times. But he wasn't so bad. Not really. He listened when she talked, some of the time. And that was something. "Do you think birds in cages die faster because they don't fly?" "Forget the goddamn birds, Noreen!" "OK, Frankie. I'll forget the birds." But she didn't forget. Later, after Frankie pumped his cock into her three or four times and fell spent at her side, Noreen lay quiet, her legs still open, Frankie's seed oozing down her slit. She brought up the birds again. "If I was a bird, I wouldn't want to live in a cage." "For crying out loud, Noreen. They get clean cages. They get fed. It's not like they're neglected." "I guess not," Noreen said. "But still, I think I'd like to fly." ********************************* <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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+