Message-ID: <13454eli$9807281440@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {PleaseCain}JDR"January '96"(MF rom)[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pjuf7$t2o$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming Attractions," which includes the titles to be reposted in the next week. These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way to encourage them to continue entertaining you. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS 2) This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Posting to newsgroups or on websites is permitted as long as no money is charged for access and as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the story. (Copyright (c) 1996 PleaseCain) ===================== January '96 Please Cain Pleasecain@aol.com Sam tried not to trail snow, but the stuff was everywhere, and some inevitably tumbled in as the door opened. He flicked at it with the toe of his shoe before he closed up again, but he was too damned beat to give it much of an effort. The hallway flickered under dim candle-lanterns; the only other light shone through the open doorway of the bathroom, down the hall. "Therese?" he called while he hung his cap on the hook. "Hi, baby," she greeted him from within the bathroom. "Tough day, honey?" He sighed. "Three hours from LaGuardia. Can you believe it?" He turned to hang his overcoat. "Aw, poor baby, I know. Harold already called an hour ago. He says he'll understand if you can't make it till late tomorrow." Sam buzzed his lips in disgust. "Harold'll be lucky if he sees me at all this week." "Is it still coming down?" "Oh yeah." He stomped again for emphasis, then bent over to remove a shoe. "So, I'm going to have you around a while to do some housework?" "Yeah." He stooped for the other one. "Looks like." "Don't worry, I'll keep you busy." As he removed it, her bare foot stepped onto a piece of slush on the floor before him. Her red- painted toes flared as she smashed it. Lips touched his bald spot. "You've been neglecting your houseduties, you know." His gaze travelled up naked legs. Therese stood before him in a piece of lingerie he had never seen, a scanty merrywidow, the same bright shade as her toenails and lips. She was beautiful, the way her long black hair curled over her tiny shoulders and the red straps. Her eyes and lips smiled slyly. "Hope nothing's wrong," she chuckled. Ambushed, he only shook his head with a stupid grin, and stared down into her deep, brown eyes. His thumbs circled her erect nipples through the lace. "Good," she snickered again. "The furnace is working." She pulled his zipper down. "The fridge is stocked." She slid her hand in. "We don't have to leave the house for a few days." Therese leaned forward and kissed him, pulled out his erection. "Let's go make babies, shall we, Mr. Biancalana?" She turned and led him by his cock, eying him over her shoulder. "Yes, Mrs. Biancalana," he replied, and followed her upstairs. ===================== January '96 Please Cain -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----