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Subject: Snapshot 1 - 401 [f, exh
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The snapshot series is a collection of very short mental images.
Please see 
Snapshot 0 (Prelude and Note from the Author) for particulars or
contact me 
for distribution information.

If you are easily offended by exhibitionism, bondage, s&m, sex, or
nudity in
general (what are you doing here?), then you might not want to read
these.
Consider yourself warned.

- crimson

Snapshot 1 - 401 [f, exh]
=========================

She'd never done anything like this before. The butterflies were
flitting
about her stomach with the mere thought of it. She forced herself to
slow as she climbed the steps to her apartment. Sixteen floors. She
could have taken the elevator, but that just didn't seem right.

Her hands shook as she rattled her keys into her door, silently
cursing the
butterflies, the lock, and her anxiousness.

As she kicked off her shoes and slammed the door, she considered how
this
had to be done. She practically ran to the bedroom, closing the curtains
from room to room. She peeled off her clothes, relishing the feel of the
air against her naked body. She twirled in front of the mirror and
dashed
out to the living room, bare feet flying above the floor. Her joyful
laugh 
echoed through the apartment.

The butterflies were raging as she stepped to the balcony doors. Her
heart
pounding as she slid open the glass which kept the winter out and the
warmth
in. She heard the sounds of the city murmuring through the night. The
cars 
racing past, sixteen floors down. The rush of the winter wind embracing 
the building like a lover. She felt the cold of the wind carress her
body 
as she stepped through. She felt the curious sensation of the freezing
concrete of the balcony against the soles of her bare feet. Her
adrenaline 
pumping through her veins, giving her the sensation of warmth despite
the 
arctic wind. 

Leaning on the balcony rail, absorbing the freedom of the winter storm 
swirling around her. Feeling the biting of the wind contracting her 
exposed nipples. Shivering in the cold night air, head held high in 
defiance of the unrelenting weather. She carefully brushed her
hardening 
nipples with her fingertips and sighed as if the frigid air were a
harsh 
love. The butterflies collapsing in her stomach as she watched the
traffic 
on the 401 so far below her.



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