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Flowers
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"I just feel all messy and miserable." "Isn't the warmth from my hand more comforting than the heating pad, Trish? Now just close your eyes and let me rub your belly." "Mmmm. That does feel better, Barry. But I warn you. You're not going to get anything out of this." "I'm getting something out of it right now, just not that. And I'll get a wife who finds me useful once a month." "You're useful more often than that. I like having you around." "Let's see if we can maintain that preference." "What are you doing?" "Well, any lubrication that you are producing right now is being absorbed, so we need something artificial." "I hate to tell you but that's not my belly." "Okay, I won't rub here. 'Rub' implies more vigorous activity that is really appropriate, anyway." "I don't know. I've seen you be pretty vigorous just about there." "Just about." "Mmmm. You are being gentle, and I do love that; but you're still not getting anything. I'm a mess, down there." "Well, you're not a mess up here. How about a kiss?" . . . "Oh, Barry. Oh. Aaah!" "I love you. I always will." . . . "Now, I have to go change the Tampax." "Go on. Aren't I better than your heating pad?" "Yes. Much better." "Well, when you come back, we can see how I compare to an electric blanket." |
The End Flowers Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2004/04/21 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story: "Ebenezer" The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website |