Message-ID: <44683asstr$1065831006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "cmsix" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 05:43:14 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 12:43:14 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Flash. How much are them boobies in the email? Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 20:10:06 -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, hecate Another loser from Desdmona's "Postcard Flash Contest" comments to cmsix@cmsix.com welcomed ------------------------------------------------------------ How much are them boobies in the email? by cmsix Me an sugarplum was surfin porno sites one night when A O L tole me, "You've got mail." "Goodie, somebody sent email," sugarplum said. "Wonder who, hardly nobody does no more?" "Open it dummy; we'll see." I clicked; it was a message for pills to make sugarplum's boobies bigger, way bigger. "Get me some of them pills cmsix, be more titty for you to play with," sugarplum said, givin goober a good rubbin. Not seeing no downside, I filled in the blanks; then me and sugarplum played some other games. Three weeks later sugarplum called, "Come get me for a date." I knew soon as I picked her up that the pills worked, big time. I wondered what she'd thank later when she saw my surprise. After some sangin at Cowboy Karaoke, me and sugarplum went to my place. Bear, my chiwally dog, raised hell when he heard us but went back tryin to hump the cat after we got inside. "Ready to see my new knockers?" "Shore!" She pulled up her T-shirt and her new Melons jumped right out. Naturally I saluted from down under. When sugarplum saw that bump her eyes went wide. "What happened to you? Your dick ain't nowhere near that big!" "You ain't the only one got pills in the mail baby," I said, dropping my jeans. Then my heart felt sick and my new dong deflated. "Get away from me with that club you pervert, whaddaya think I am, some kinda sex story bimbo?" She pulled her shirt down and raced out the house; hollard back she was hitchin home. I turned round to mope and headed for the fridge, Lone Star on my mind. "Ouch! Goddamit, that hurt." I'd stepped on the head. ------------------------------------------------------------ copyright 2003 cmsix comments to cmsix@cmsix.com welcomed -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+