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The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill — going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through a violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in A FLASH OF MOM’S FLESH are desperate people, like their real-life counter-parts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
A FLASH OF MOM’S FLESH is a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
After getting the money from the instant teller machine, Sarah felt an irresistible impulse to lift her dress.
It was night, but the front of the bank was well lit, and the parking area of the shopping center was filled with cars. She looked around, a flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment and excitement.
Why she had this sudden urge to lift her dress and expose herself, she didn’t know. She had never wanted to do that before. Her hands shook as she stuffed her money into her purse. She stood a moment, facing the machine, eyes closed as she breathed deeply. Her hands trembled on her hips and thighs, and her fingers began to inch her dress upward. She was afraid to turn around, afraid she would be face to face with someone watching her. Yet she continued to lift her skirt, slowly. When it was an inch or two above her knees, she felt a burning wetness inside her panties. The lips of her cunt seemed very swollen suddenly, and her clit had become very hard and sensitive.
Without turning from the instant teller machine, Sarah inched her dress higher. She was hardly breathing, not understanding why she couldn’t resist doing this wicked thing. Her dress was halfway to her hips now, and she was still raising it, slowly. The cheeks of her ass bunched as a fiery quiver swept through her cunt. The sensations were very much like an orgasm, only she didn’t come.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.