(Original) Plumbing

Copyright 2003 by silli_artie@hotmail.com

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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.

 

What a way to spend Saturday -- under the kitchen sink.

 

Leaky plumbing -- the perfect contraceptive.  Last night in bed, the end of the week, night, Friday, in bed, I m feeling amorous.

 

Then 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, and it trash. It looked worse this morning.

 

Double fuck.  And you wait until eleven fucking thirty Friday night to tell me? waited until now?

 

How bad?

 

Oh, it s wet.  It can probably it can wait until morning.

 

No it can t.  An hour later I d emptied under the sink, turned off the valves, toweled down the inside, things down, set up a fan to dry things out, everything, and she was asleep.

 

The alarm went off -- on Saturday?

 

I have to meet Janey to pick out wallpaper, she told me. said the next morning

 

I gathered my tools and got to work.  The faucet was leaking internally.  I called her cell phone and gave her the good 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 had to have must ve been a siamang.  The faucet nut was jammed , and the threads screwed up beyond belief .  Have to cut the damn thing out -- more things to drip on me as I lay on my back under the sink .

 

I threw the old faucet in the back yard as she got home.

 

Did you get one?

 

Oh yes, she smiled. Yes, she smiled, It s so pretty!

 

Miracle -- I could reuse the fittings.  I prepped the new faucet. the fittings were useable.   Hold this right here, I told her. here.

 

Then it was back 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 me the wrench.  I started tightening it over.  I tightened fittings.

 

And Until I felt her unbuckling my pants.  And pants, then sliding them and my boxers down.  My hands are were full of plumbing -- so are were hers.  Her mouth -- oh my God.  I want to spread my legs more but my pants are were in the way.  Oh God -- the edge of the cabinet is cutting cabinet s digging into my back.  So close -- let go of 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

(402 words) (336 words, thanks to Dryad)

 

Plumbing
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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