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			Abecedary A
				by Eli the Bearded

Airport

Getting there twenty to eight, racing to the elevator down from the
parking lot, impatience with every stop as other folk got off to look
for their cars, finally at ground level, racing off again towards the
gate. Everything out of our pockets before reaching the security
checkpoint, then back in again just after it. Panting, tired, reaching
the plane to find out it is delayed. Dismay turns to delight realizing
that they have four more hours together.

Breast

He cupped the breast, squeezing it with his whole hand, once gently,
then again firmly. Between his thumb and forefinger her nipple was
pinched. Brian leans up to kiss the nipple. Then he sucks the whole of
the tit in his mouth.

Car

After several minutes motionless with his hand on her leg, he slides his
fingers down to her inner thigh and begins to rub lightly through the
jeans. He thinks he can smell her lubricating.

Domain

This story, "Abecedary A," is copyright 1998 by Eli the Bearded. It is
not public domain. Free, unmodified, distribution of this story by
electronic means is permitted.

Ethan

Ethan calls to talk to his son but gets the answering machine. He leaves
a message to Paul, and another one to the mother. No one is impressed by
his words of love.

Fuck

With two fingers in her cunt and a nipple in his mouth, he hears Sasha
whisper between her heavy breathing, "I want you to FUCK me."

Garage

At the garage where the flat tire is being patched, Paul is very
impressed by the large water tank and rusting press used to find leaks in
the tires. While Sasha is away, Paul asks for a coin. Brian gives it to
him and Paul throws it in the water, missing the press.

Hotel

"We could go to a hotel and fuck for three hours," she said in a way
that could be serious or could be a joke.

Inhaling

Everyone went out on the balcony to smoke cigarettes and everyone
smoked.

Joke

"A man observes an economist walk along a street and ignore the twenty
dollar bill on the ground. The man asks, 'Why didn't you pick up the
money?' The economist answers, 'It could not have been real or else
someone else would have picked it up already.'"

Ketchup

There is a half gallon jar of ketchup in her kitchen. It is half empty.

Lashes

With great care he attempts to stroke the skin of her forehead with his
eyelashes. As a child he had been told that this is a "butterfly kiss."

Machine

The salad shooter grates the cheese fast. But since the noise
discourages talking, he just watches her.

Nibble

He begins kissing her neck, moving his head slowly down towards her
breast. As he moves the kisses become more like bites. Upon reaching her
erect nipple he pushes it against his teeth with his tongue, twisting
and pulling on it. She will call him a "cannibal" later, looking at
the bruises.

Offspring

Paul has left his marks upon her. Rings of stretch marks on her stomach
like some contour map for an abdominal phrenologist. Her breasts have
seen the wear and tear of feeding. Her days are drained by the constant
need for parenting.

Pedophilia

"So I was wondering what it is called when someone likes feet a lot. My
first thought was 'pedophilia' but obviously that is not it."

Queasy

Driving along a mountain road made up of a continuous stream of hills and
drops and hairpin turns, she asks if he feels queasy. He rubs his
fingers through the hair on the base of her skull and replies no.

Rubber

Reluctant to use a condom and fearful of pregnancy, they do not fuck.

Spinach

"Don't look while I do this," she said mixing the spinach and cheese
with her hands. "Why not? Your sweat will remove the need to add salt,"
he replied. She smiled.

Taste

Every opportunity he got, Brian put his face in her armpit to taste the
sweat of his unshaven love.

Understanding

To his comment about desiring to grok her, she takes a sip of his wine,
and asks if that counts as sharing water.

Vernacular

"I am so glad you did not say 'make love' or worse 'sexual
intercourse'."

Windows

The windows in the kitchen looked out on a crowd of houses and down on
a courtyard frequently filled with kids and their toys. Those in the
living room looked out across fields, trees, mountains, and a bay. The
close community and the beautiful vista impress him.

Xylophagate

Xylo-, from Greek, meaning wood in scientific and technical terms;
-phag, from Greek, meaning to eat; -ate, from Latin through Old French,
denoting the office or function. Literally, the act of eating wood, as
in a termite feeding; by metaphor, fellatio.

Yell

Paul yelled when he got the barbed thorn stuck in his knee. But that was
nothing compared to his screaming while it was being pulled out and just
after that.

Zest

"It is a very simple liqueur. Zest of seven lemons soaked in a liter of
vodka for two months with about a cup of sugar, then filtered.
Substitute oranges and cognac and you have Grand Marnier. Quite tasty."



Elijah
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an 'abecedary' is a book to learn the alphabet from


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