Message-ID: <45472asstr$1069337405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: pleasecain@aol.com (PleaseCain) X-Original-Message-ID: <20031120004031.28006.00000541@mb-m06.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 20 Nov 2003 05:40:31 GMT Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] Aboard the Bawdy Bradley by PleaseCain Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 09:10:05 -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: dennyw, hoisingr Copyright 2003 pleasecain@aol.com. ABOARD THE BAWDY BRADLEY by PleaseCain The drum thumped steady cadence within the Roman galley, Bradley Stoke. "Backs into it, dogs!" barked the foreman. "Step lively, then!" "Why y'in?" said the cutthroat, his ribs showing at the oar. "For plumbing Caesar's garden," said the new one, glistening sweat. "Work, you!" growled the bare-chested foreman. "Pull, ye maidens!" "You a learned man?" The murderer had never met one. "Eh, what et ye?" The other leered. "I'm his son's tutor. It was a tender cuke, curved and so smooth on my lips, fresh yet tasteless--" "Yes?" "A tomato bursting on my tongue--" "Go on!" "And hairless legs and chest--" "Aw!" All oars clattered to the deck. The learned are decadent indeed. "Stroke!" The whip crackled over their heads. "Stroke for your lives!" -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+