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Subject: {ASS} RP The Christmas Present
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The Christmas Present
by Lord Malinov

~~~

She tore the wrapping paper carefully, aware that the layer of red and
green  print differed only superficially from the sheaf of papers
beneath.  

"This is it?" she asked excitedly.  "You finished it?"  He nodded with
a self-indulgent grin.

"Last night, while you were shopping with Tanna."

She flipped the bulk of pages.  Words leapt out from the text, teasing
her attention.  "Can I read it now?"

"Give me a kiss first," he answered with a smile.  She eagerly met his
lips and kissed him deeply.  "I'll pour some coffee," he said, rising
while she flipped to find the first paragraph.  She moved to the sofa
and nestled under the reading lamp to drink her first sip of prose.

He pulled two ceramic mugs from an oak rack and poured a flow of
aromatic dark liquid as steam lifted up to warm his hand.  He returned
to the living room to find Angie absorbed in the pages he had given
her.  Realizing after a moment that she wasn't going to notice him
offering her the mug, he put it down on a cork circle on the table
beside her.  Angie shifted and sighed.  Steven sat down in the green
lounge chair and picked up the book his sister had sent him.  He
wondered how non-readers picked out the books they give.  The back
cover promised nothing.  He smiled and tried to read the dull but
well-meant gift.

Angie shifted again to lay across the sofa.  Steven looked up from the
novel and watched as she lifted her knees.  While her right hand held
his manuscript a few inches from her face, her left began to tug at
her white cotton nightgown until it slipped over her knees and down
her thighs.  He watched raptly as the soft pink of her pussy peeked
into view between her lean legs.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips as
she tousled her light brown muff.

"Mmmm," Angie purred as she teased her swells and folds.  Steven
smiled, wondering where she was in his story.  A finger dipped between
her aroused lips and emerged with a glistening of juices.  "Ooh," she
said emphatically with a quick wet rub.  At that, Steven knew exactly
where she was.  That paragraph had been written especially to light
Angie's fire.  She pulled her hand away from her clit for a moment to
lift and drop the page to the floor and as quickly found her place
again.

Angie's hips lifted slightly as she played herself and read, thrusting
in a slow rhythm as her hand ran knowing circles before stopping to
grab a fiery burst of sensation.  Steven watched her eyes as they
scanned the typescript, pausing at intervals with the glaze of
excitement, almost closing before they focussed once more to down
another draught of his bawdy tale.

"Oh, my God," she said and closed her eyes, her hand burning furiously
over her sopping wet cunt.  She plunged two fingers in with reckless
excitement and then rubbed doubly hard and fast as her moans welled
deep within.  The mass of papers fell chaotically to the floor as
Angie lifted her ass high off the sofa as she trembled and thrashed
and squealed and teased her thick pink clit through the throes of an
explosive orgasm.  The foolscap scattered over hardwood as Angie
relentlessly came.

"Oh, oh, oh," she said as she settled back into the cushions, giggling
with each remaining convulsive twitch.  After a deep sigh, she looked
at Steven with a grin.

"How far did you get?" he asked.

"Page three," she answered dreamily.  "Is it all like that?"

"One hundred and twenty pages, all for you," he answered. "If
anything, the story starts slow.  Merry Christmas, Angie."  He lifted
his coffee in a toast.

"Merry Christmas, Steven," she seductively, already looking for page
four among the scattered sheets below.

~~~

Malinov

Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude


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