Message-ID: <44635asstr$1065557408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031007102734.34857.qmail@web21414.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dryad X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 03:27:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "God in Heaven" by Dryad (MF, Exh, Flash) Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 16:10:08 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw I had a lovely time with Desdmona's Flash contest; and it helped me with a major problem..PATIENCE IN POSTING! Here is the first of the flashes I'd written. Thanks Denny, for the excellent editing. If you can't vote, don't read. If you want it, ask. Comments are grovelled for. **************** __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Godinheaven.txt" begin> God in Heaven By Dryad (MF, Exh, Flash) Her hand gripped the bench in front of her before returning to her lap. "What are you doing?" she whispered frantically. His enigmatic smile and his fingers climbing her thigh beneath her dress were his only answer. They brushed lightly, teasing her sensitive skin. Her lids fluttered as he caressed small circles on her inner thigh, creeping ever closer to the line of her panties. She squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand, but he was determined. His eyes focused forward, but his hand... She shifted upon the bench, sitting ramrod straight. Her body was tense as his fingers cleared the barrier of elastic and softly stroked her damp lips. They receded, then returned only to delve deeper. His fingertip found, then fluttered, over the taut pearl he unearthed. Again and again he flickered his finger against it until she thought she'd faint with bliss. Her hand tightened on the papers in her lap, rustling them slightly. She could see the ghost of a smile on his face as she fought for control. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, holding back her need to moan, to squeal, to cry out. And still his fingers teased and tempted her core. She felt the tension coming, afraid of coming, not wanting to come, but as certain as the sun, the waves started to envelop her. "Oh, GOD!" she cried out. "Can I have an 'Amen, Sister!' Another Soul saved!" the preacher called out as the congregation turned toward her blushing face. copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)2003 <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------ ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+