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Subject: {ASSM} Frosting by Couture (Flash, FF, humil, food)
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 02:10:02 -0400
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<1st attachment, "Frosting.txt" begin>
Frosting by Couture
(An appetizer for my sexy friend. Loved the pictures!)
(FF, food, humiliation)
Flash Fiction 600 words
Look Susan, I made your favorite. A brownie sundae to celebrate your new
boyfriend!
Me mad? Hell, no. I've been trying to get rid of that inconsiderate
bastard for weeks. What? You don't
trust me? I'm hurt. Here, I'll take a bite the first bite.
Mmmmmmm, good.
See? I told you it was good. Eat up. Us girls got to stick together.
Anyway, you would have backed off if
I'd asked.
Right?
*******
Another fight with Mike, huh? Look, I baked a cake to cheer you up. No,
you keep it. I insist.
*******
You've been lying in bed all day. What's wrong sweetie? He broke up with
you? Said you were fat?
That bastard! I told you he was a no good inconsiderate bastard. You're
better off without him.
Here. Look what I brought to cheer you up. Your favorite. Oh don't be
like that. You know you want
some. Here comes the airplane zooommmm. Clear the runway for landing.
Mmmmm, good. Feeling
better already aren't you pumpkin?
******
Look what I baked. Chocolate cake! No, don't get up. I'll feed you
sweetie.
What am I doing? It's been six months since you broke up with Mike. And
you know full well it's not the
same with your own fingers. Relax. Us girls got to stick together,
remember? Besides, you're wet. You
know you want it. Just relax and leave it all up to me.
That's it. That's it. Just go with it. Shush baby, you're making too much
noise. Open wide. I'm going to
stick that whole fucking cake inside. Oh yeah, right in your mouth.
Goddamn, you're sexy. Lick my
fingers clean. Do it!
******
That's a girl, just lay there and let me on top of you like a big ol' soft
pillow. Look, I brought you
something to eat.
What? Bitch! You weren't complaining when you were squirming on my fingers
last night. Well, fuck
you then. Let's see how else will bother with a girl your size.
Oh don't cry Susie. I'm not leaving. Here, I'll even make it easy for you.
A little chocolate syrup and
voila', chocolate covered pussy. Yummy!
Oh fuck! Who would have ever thought - Susan Powers - pussy-licker. Ugh,
that's it. Eat it. Eat my
fucking pussy. Suck my clit! Hard! Goddamn.
Coming.
********
Your turn? I just did you last week. It is fair. I'm no lezbo, so I don't
eat pussy.
Oh you're not? Coulda' fooled me.
Fine bitch, I'm leaving. Find somebody else to get you off.
There, I knew you'd see it my way. Besides, I have a surprise for you
tonight. Just let me get settled on
your face.
Oh pumpkin, you have the softest tongue. You were made for this. Not a
lesbian? Puh-leaze! What's
wrong? You don't like my surprise?
You better shut the up and let me talk or I'm outta here - forever.
Look, you've been with me *and* you've been with Mike. This is the same
thing, only this time I was
with Mike first. Don't cry, goddamnit, if anyone is crying it oughtta' be
me. I fucked him for you, you fat
bitch!
Oh stop crying. I didn't mean that.
Really. You're not fat, just pleasingly plump.
Oh stop. You're a pretty little girl. Honest.
Here, is that better? There, just relax and let Becky's fingers make it all
better. You big faker - you're
wet.
Come on - you know what I want. Just a taste. For me? Please? That's my
girl, it's not so bad is it?
Humiliating? Puh-leaze.
Just think of it as. . . .
Frosting.
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