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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 1 (Redbud)
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Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 09:10:02 -0400
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Series Introduction:

I've been suddenly inspired by another writer's works.  (I just don't have
time to write longer narrative stories.) An erotic writer called Monocle,
at PinkPussyCatsCorner - "Nightmares and Visions" - put together a series
of stories, each maybe a couple paragraphs long.  I said to myself: Now
*that* is a damned good idea.  Evey day some new erotic daydream distracts
me and I never do anything with it.  So, with Monocle's blessing (I think)
I am going to try to write one snippet a day (or close to).  

Daydreams and Distractions 1

   She struggled to stretch though she was bound to the stick driven deeply
into the plowed field.  She breathed deeply; her bare breasts rose and fell
in the moonlight.  Her nipples were like dark shadows, hard and extended.
The village witch had smeared a sticky, minty concoction into her sex.  She
was wet.  Her breath was short and her slender hips swiveled.  She groaned.
The minty potion vexed her and seemed to promise an orgasm if only she
could twist and arch enough.  But her hands were bound at the wrists, arms
stretched to either side.  Her knees were drawn up and open, her ankles
bound part way up the stick.  The smell of her own rich arousal, her
opening, mixed with the minty potion.

   They came, distracted by her scent.  Her promise.

   The great crows alighted in the field next to her, some on the furrows,
some between.  Their dark bodies were muscular and their great wings folded
uneasily into their backs.  Their muscular abdomens were the only things
that weren't covered by black feathers - only a fine down.  The largest
approached her, almost like a man in everything but his eyes and long black
beak.  Fear raced through her chest.  She wanted to scream but the witch's
elixir had done its work.  She groaned.

   She saw the heavy black phallus arch upward from between the crow's
thighs.  Her own thighs were open, her belly helplessly open, a decoy the
giant crow could not resist.  She threw her head back and her mouth opened
silently.  The crow's dark wings closed around her; and the dark phallus
promised her the pleasure she desperately feared.

   The villagers would sleep well that night.  Their daughters were safe.
They did not hear the sharp and convulsing cries of their scarecrow.  They
would tend to her in the morning, her ankles and the soil below her soaked
with all that flowed out of womb - and the little that didn't.  Their
daughters were safe.  

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