Message-ID: <40966asstr$1045750205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030220042638.40952.qmail@web21413.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dryad MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 20:26:38 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} [Birthday] "Freudian Fudgicle" by Dryad Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 09:10:05 -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: gill-bates, dennyw As always: if you can't see a NC-17 movie, skivv off. If erotica bugs you why are you on assm? All others read and enjoy, but remember its copyrighted to me. None of it's real (though I imagine I could do pretty well if I had the right persuasion:) !) Gary, happy birthday sweetie:) I hope you enjoy all your very sweet presents *smiles*. *hugs* Dryad ***************************************************************** Freudian Fudgicle By Dryad She's sitting there, on top of a picnic table. God. Her lean legs were crossed, her foot jiggling a loose flip-flop. But her legs weren't what caught my attention. She must've been to the Shack. Ice cream of all sorts, but nothing fancy for her. Just a fudgicle. I'm not a voyeur, much preferring to participate than to watch. But there was something so sensual about the way she enjoyed her treat. She was oblivious to everything around her, her attention centered on the frosty delight in her hand. Her tongue licked up to the tip, then taking the entire length into her mouth. Slowly she removed it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked off the creamy, melting liquid. Her eyes closed luxuriously, savoring the obvious sweetness. I was getting aroused, and looked around to see that no one noticed how I watched. Her lips were covered with the chocolatey gloss that she seemed unaware of. The sunlight glistened on the stick, warming it, and making it melt more quickly. She noticed, and her tongue circled the base. From the base, her tongue twisted around the fudgicle until it reached the top, where she enveloped it in her mouth again. I nearly moaned out loud. I squirmed on the bench. Slowly, the fudgicle disappeared into her warm, inviting mouth, until there was none left. As she finished, someone came up to her. She put the empty stick down on the table, then followed her friend. After a few moments, I stood up, went to the table, and picked up the stick. I dropped it into my pocket, as a reminder. Copyright Dryad (gbbjg at yahoo.com) 2003 __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - forms, calculators, tips, more http://taxes.yahoo.com/ -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+