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Subject: Snapshot 3 - Crimson and Clover [f]
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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 3 - Crimson and Clover [f]
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Curled up like a cat. She sat at the top of the sheer bluff, legs
tucked under herself. Still as a statue. Her clothing a memory, tossed
carelessly over the bluff long ago. She had watched as it has
fluttered down, landing gently in the silent lake far below. She had
watched until the tiny ripples had disappeared and the constricting
cloth sunk far beneath the inviting surface. So out of reach.

She could feel the softness of the blanket beneath her curled legs.
The freshness of the grass pressing against her body though the
blanket.

She gazed out over the shimmering lake, breathing in the sweet smell
of clover. The soft breeze of the summer air carressed her body like a
lover.  She curled forward, moving as a cat might, lying on her front,
her red hair falling about her shoulders like a mane, feeling the odd
sensations of nature against her bare breasts. Spying a different
clover, of the four leaf variety, she gently picked it. Kissing it,
she made her wish, tossing the innocence of the clover carelessly
after the long forgotten clothing.






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