Message-ID: <45280asstr$1068541805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@btopenworld.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "smilodon" <smilodonREMOVE@postmaster.co.uk> X-Original-Message-ID: <bop5ia$f3b$1@sparta.btinternet.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 23:04:43 +0000 (UTC) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Priority: 3 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 23:04:43 +0000 (UTC) Subject: {ASSM} [Blanket Flash] Conversation Piece Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 04:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/45280> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Conversation Piece "Keep still, dammit! I'm trying to get the light." "How much longer? My arms ache." "Not too long now. It's nearly finished." "Why did I have to marry an artist? Why can't you just watch football on the box like other husbands?" "Muddied oafs and flannelled fools - not my style." "And this blanket! It stinks. Wherever did you get it?" "Peru, 1987." "No wonder it smells. You must have been keeping it somewhere damp. Can't I move a bit? Please?" "Keep still, just a bit longer, love. The light's going." "Bugger the light, I'm going! And couldn't you have put the heating on? I'm positively freezing. I know you artists are supposed to suffer for your art, but I didn't think it applied to the models." "There, relax, it's done." "Oh. That was quick. Can I see it?" "If you like. La Voila!" "Wow, do I really look that sexy?" "All that and more. I haven't done you justice. 'Tis a poor thing, but mine own." "Do you really see me like that? I mean, I look so, so...sensual. I didn't feel like that. I just felt tired and cold." "The magic of art, darling. That and some imagination, and of course, my own rich talent. I just tried to remember your face from last night." "Did you now? I'm not sure I approve. I mean, your memory may be faulty. I think we'd better check, don't you? I wouldn't want you to compromise your artistic integrity. Hmm, I think this blanket may have a use after all." "Ah, what are you doing, woman? Steady on! You'll tear my zip." ---- Smilodon One of the objectives of this celebration is to request that those who can do so make a donation to ASSTR. ASSTR relies on your donations to keep a great site absolutely free to all readers. So if you can, please make a donation. You can find details on how to donate at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html -- 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: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+