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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Furnace -- Uther -- MF wl preg
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Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2010 16:10:08 -0400
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This material is copyright, 2010, by Uther Pendragon. All rights
reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one
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If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com .
All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public
figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Furnace
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl preg

"Tim, there is nothing sexy about a woman rubbing cocoa butter on her
belly." There was, in fact, nothing sexy about a woman with that much
belly sticking out.

"That's absolutely right, Sally. I'm just watching to make sure you don't
miss an area."

"You're sick." Not that this was news. It's just that her pregnancy had
brought out new aspects of his weirdness. Wasn't pregnancy supposed
to affect *her* mental state?

"Paraguay and Uruguay lie between the larger countries of Brazil and
Argentina."

"Huh? Have you gone bonkers?"

"Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you. I've looked at a map myself, once or twice. But that
is totally irrelevant."

"Well, when I disagree with you, you say I'm sick. When I agree with
you, You say I'm sick. When I say something which is neither agreement
nor disagreement, you say I'm bonkers. I suppose that's better than sick.
Since your response to my statements is unchanged by the nature of my
statements, an impartial observer might conclude that you're prejudiced."

"Or that I already knew that you were sick." At least he knew that his
geography lecture was irrelevant. She didn't want him being committed
when she was in this state. Who'd drive her to the hospital? "Anyway,
go to bed. I'll be with you in a minute." She finished up and put on the
new, warm, robe. A nightgown would only have to come off. She knew
his plans; Tim wasn't a subtle man. For that matter, naked men can't be
subtle about some things.

"Come to bed." He folded back the bedclothes on her side. She took off
the robe and eased herself down. The simplest tasks could become
complicated when your whole balance is off. She lay on her back while
Tim got the covers over her. Then he was kissing her and stroking her
breasts. That was one improvement from pregnancy. "Warm."

"Yeah. I'm carrying my own little furnace."

"Nice furnace." He rubbed over her slick belly. "Nice Sally." He kissed
her again. Then he dropped own on his side. His hand went over her
belly again, but it was headed for her mound. When she spread her legs
in invitation, he started stroking her labia. "Am I going too fast?"

"No." She was almost ready for him. She just wasn't ready to turn yet.
Meanwhile, she enjoyed his fingers. A different sort of heat spread
through her.

When her need for him overcame her aversion to movement, she rolled
away from him. Then she edged back. She lifted her right leg. His hand
found her and parted her. Then she felt his cock nudge into her.

"Warm," he said again when he was all the way inside. When his hand
reached around her front to part her labia again, she lowered her leg. His
hand was trapped between her legs, but he could still move the
important finger.

She could feel his cock slide slowly in and out of her while his finger
rubbed her clitoris more rapidly, if still gently. As the heat spread
through
her, she grabbed the side of the bed. Body safely anchored, she let her
spirit soar. She was close, very close. She hung suspended on the edge
for a moment. Then, it hit.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"God!" Tim roared. He grabbed her hip to pull her more tightly against
him. Minutes passed while she came back from the experience. She felt
him slip out. "Love you." He kissed the back of her shoulder.

"Love you, too."

The end.
Furnace
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


My thanks to Denny for proofing this.


Another story of a couple adjusting their sex life to the constraints of
pregnancy:
/~Uther_Pendragon/brennan/bearing.htm
"For Bearing"

The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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