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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

   This is my story, not yours.  Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. 
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact,
but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me
off. _________________________________ Giving Thanks (MF, rom, flash)
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   The remnants of the turkey hangs in tatters from the bones of the
carcass at the bottom of the trash bin.  Leftover stuffing and cranberry
sauce chill in their plastic containers in the fridge.  The dishwasher hums
in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the cleanup.

   The television sits dark and mute in the corner, its shadow dancing on
the wall in the golden glow of the firelight.

   You feel almost boneless and light as a feather on my lap as I pull the
blanket up to cover us.  We each stare, mesmerized, into the fire, basking
in the afterglow of an evening spent with family and friends who celebrated
the spirit and not just the formality of Thanksgiving.

   We are tired, but even as fatigue pulls at us, a spark of passion grows.
A soft touch here, a light caress there, and soon we're on a leisurely
journey to our inevitable destination.

   I love the way the firelight plays on the softness of your curves as you
lie gloriously naked before me.  Softly, slowly, tenderly, on my side
behind you, I enter you.  We move langorously, in rhytm with the flames. 
There's no urgency, no hurry.  We know where we're going and have plenty of
time to get there.

   When it's finally finished, we're not even breathing hard.  I pull the
blanket up to cover us again.

   You turn your head, and our simultaneous utterance of "Thanks!" covers
so much more than the last fifteen minutes.  In that single syllable, we
know, without discussion, is appreciation for and contentment with our
lives together, and a promise of much more to come.