Message-ID: <36975asstr$1024733405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Reply-To: admin@adrianhunter.com From: "Adrian Hunter & Chelsea Shepard" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 11 Jun 2002 09:46:08.0937 (UTC) FILETIME=[D0382990:01C2112C] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2002 09:46:08 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Something Blue by Adrian Hunter (bd, rom) X-Original-Subject: {rom fest} Something Blue by Adrian Hunter (bd, rom) Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 04:10:05 -0400 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: dennyw, newsman for the "flash challenge" category. please see attached txt file. cheers, adrian ********************************* adrian hunter and chelsea shepard superlative bondage fiction http://www.adrianhunter.com to join our mailing list: adrianhunterlist-subscribe@yahoogroups.com _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "something_blue_by_adrian_hunter.txt" begin> Flash challenge Something Blue (rom, bd) By Adrian Hunter Copyright (C) 2002 Henry reached between her silk-shimmering legs to check the strap one last time. The new leather was a bit stiff, but Rebecca had begged most charmingly to wear white. Yeah, right. And Chastity's a raving dyke, and sweet Virginia was last seen dropping reds, greens and blues on Sir Mick's shit-encrusted shoes. His fingers danced up her groin to what little remained of her waist. Such strong bones. Those Victorians sure could corset. He wondered which guests would notice the bride never sat down. But she certainly could kneel. Now. As organs swelled before the processional, he reached into his pocket and caressed the pair of gold rings he had borrowed from the best man. Another protocol breach. But his dearly beloved had no need for shiny baubles or compressed carbon. Not with his name tattooed above her pussy. Rebecca had read something about Viagra having a similar effect on women. Like she needed more encouragement. But it would take at least another 30 minutes before they found out for sure. Which should coincide nicely with "I do," not coincidentally the only thing she had been allowed to say in his presence all day. Good grief, with fists like those, her mother must moonlight as a bodyguard for Lennox Lewis. Henry hoped the rectory door was stronger than the priests who hid behind it. "Coming," he said sweetly, almost making her choke in a fit of giggles. ### Copyright (c) 2002 by Adrian Hunter. All rights reserved. Please do not repost nor repurpose without permission. AdrianHunter.com Superlative bondage fiction by Adrian Hunter and Chelsea Shepard, including our new bdsm novel, "Once Bitten." http://www.adrianhunter.com Correspondence: adrian(underscore)hunter(at)hotmail(dot)com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+