Message-ID: <37544asstr$1027703402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: HammonWry@yahoo.com (Hammon Wry) X-Original-Message-ID: <3d413b9f.219567160@news.east.cox.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 08:11:33 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 12:11:33 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Leather Sofa (poem) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 13:10:02 -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: newsman, gill-bates Notice: The following is a work of erotica, and is meant for those of legal age and inclination in their jurisdicions. If you are not of age, or if this is illegal where you are, please do not read any further. (C) E. Howe 2002 All rights reserved Author's note: Ever notice how scent can play such a big part of arousal and climax? Enjoy. Hammon Wry Leather Sofa I come home, and you greet me take the case from my hand bend me over the back of the sofa The smell of leather hits my brain as you spank me. I spend on the third stroke. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+