Message-ID: <22448asstr$948755403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: poly@writeme.com Reply-To: poly@writme.com X-Original-Message-ID: <7soo8sgshf5kt4d61kfc6m25ga8i661it4@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id JAA13330 Subject: {ASSM} {Dastardly Dodo}"Twenty-Fifth Anniversary"(M/F) Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2000 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, newsman, kelly (c) Copyright 2000 Dastardly Dodo ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at poly@writeme.com You can find my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dastardly_dodo/www/ If adult material offends you or if it is not legal for you to read. LEAVE NOW. This is a fantasy, nothing else. If you want to try this at home go to the nearest police station and have yourself arrested. Twenty-Fifth Anniversary, a one-act play Cast of characters M _________ Male, age 50 F _________ Female, age 47 [The stage is bare apart from a bed and a nightstand. On the night stand is a magazine, a cigarette, a lighter, an ashtray and a phone. A single light is shining on the bed. F is sitting on the bed, blowing on her fingers to dry the nail polish she has just applied. M is sitting next to her.] F: Do we have to? M: It is Tuesday dear. [F sighs, lies down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. M sucks on her left nipple. After a few minutes M switches to the right nipple.] F: Hurry up will you. I have to get up early to go to work. [M inserts penis. F grunts.] M: Are you alright? [F picks up magazine from the nightstand and starts to read. M makes undulating motions with his hips.] (A few minutes later) F: (sighs) Are you ready yet? [M speeds up his motions and starts to make heavy breathing noises.] M: (panting) Almost there dear. [M arches his back and groans.] F: Finally, I thought you would never finish. [M rolls over and goes to sleep. F drops the magazine on the floor and lights a cigarette. The phone rings.] F: (Picks up the phone) Smith. (listens to the person on the phone) No I couldn't. Tuesday is Tom's night you know. (listens) Well you get used to it, and if I really don't want to I just tell him I have my period. (listens) I know I've been through the menopause, but he has no idea what that means. (listens) The Chippendales? Of course I will go! (listens) Ok! See you Saturday. Bye! (Puts down the phone) M: (yawns) Who was that? F: Alice. She just wanted to congratulate us on our twenty-fifth anniversary. M: That was today, wasn't it? F: Yes it was. M: Well it was nice of her to remember it. [M goes back to sleep] -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+