Message-ID: <44052asstr$1061431809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [silli_artie@hotmail.com] From: "artie m" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Aug 2003 21:41:54.0646 (UTC) FILETIME=[DF8C8F60:01C36763] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 14:41:53 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Flash: "Plumbing" by artie (336 words) Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 22:10:09 -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: hecate, gill-bates <1st attachment, "plumbingrev.doc" begin> Plumbing Copyright 2003 by silli_artie@hotmail.com This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the author. A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy. Leaky plumbing -- the perfect contraceptive. Last night, Friday, in bed, I'm feeling amorous. As we're snuggling she hits me with, "Did I tell you it's wet under the kitchen sink?" Fuck. "No. How bad? When did you notice?" "Oh, Wednesday morning when I took out the trash. It looked worse this morning." Double fuck. And you waited until now? "How bad?" "Oh, it can wait until morning." No it can't. An hour later I'd emptied under the sink, turned off the valves, toweled things down, set up a fan to dry everything, and she was asleep. "I have to meet Janey to pick out wallpaper," she said the next morning I got to work. The faucet was leaking internally. I called her cell and gave her the news -- buy a new one. So all I had to do was pull the old one. Right. If it wasn't installed by a gorilla, it must've been a siamang. The faucet nut was jammed and the threads screwed up. Have to cut the damn thing out -- more things to drip on me. I threw the old faucet in the back yard as she got home. "Did you get one?" "Yes," she smiled, "It's so pretty!" Miracle -- the fittings were useable. "Hold this right here." Back under the sink for me. "Hand me the fucking wrench." She giggled. "Which one is that?" "The one with the green handle." She handed it over. I tightened fittings. Until I felt her unbuckling my pants, then sliding them and my boxers down. My hands were full of plumbing -- so were hers. Her mouth -- oh my God. I want to spread my legs but my pants were in the way. Oh God -- the edge of the cabinet's digging into my back. So close -- release the wrench so you don't strip the damn fittings -- release.... "Is that better, darling?" she asked after sucking me dry. "I love you," I panted. Something else dripped on my face. Plumbing (336 words, thanks to Dryad) Plumbing By silli_artie@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www Plumbing silli_artie@hotmail.com 1 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www <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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+