Message-ID: <49630asstr$1099030201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <bronwensm@mypanties.ntlworld.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: BronwenSM <bronwensm@mypanties.ntlworld.com> Reply-To: bronwensm@mypanties.ntlworld.com X-Original-Message-ID: <n013o0p3ebe7o06025b1ll81qk17jo4k7a@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:46:36 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} {CURMUDGEON FEST} Keeping Him Happy (FM, no sex, cuck) by BronwenSM X-Original-Subject: Re: {ASSM} {CURMUDGEON FEST} Keeping Him Happy (FM, no sex, cuck) by BronwenSM Lines: 74 Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 02:10:01 -0400 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/Year2004/49630> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hoisingr This story was written for Denny. I've been finding it hard to write lately, and I'm afraid it shows. But this story is a gift to a dear friend, and they it's the thought that counts. All I can say to Denny is, "hang on to that thought." It's prubly a lot better than the story. <g> Oh, and it does have some adult content that might be disapproved of in some locations, so if you've any doubts about it, don't read any further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Keeping Him Happy by BronwenSM, (C) 2004 (FM, no sex, cuck) ----{---{-- @ "I've had a lousy day. Those bloody young brown-nosers and their fucking presentations. I've got technology up the wazoo... And now they want me to go on some sort of pansy bonding thing. What those little arseholes think we're going to get out of playing Boy Scouts I can't imagine. Well, they're not getting *me* bungee jumping. They'll have my prostate hanging by a thread." "Bad day, darling?" "Hrrrr. What's for dinner? Anything to drink?" "Nothing and yes." "No dinner? Oh, ferchrissakes. I could have stopped off it I'd known." "*Well*, if you'd had your phone with you ..." "Bloody phones. Total waste of time. Did perfectly well without them before. All those kids'll with them permanently stuck to their stupid faces'll look bloody silly when they get brain tumours. Anyway, *why* isn't there any dinner? You'd think with all I've got to do you could at least bloody feed me, woman. " "Because I was busy getting my brains fucked out." There is a long silence. Then in a totally different tone, he says, "What did you say?" "I said I didn't make any dinner because I was too busy getting my brains fucked out." "But you said you weren't going to do that again." "Well, I changed my mind." "Did you get it on DVD?" "Naturally. *You* might not like technology, but I *love* it. Almost as much as I love repairmen." They kiss. And finally he smiles. She smiles back. "I *thought* that might cheer you up, you old grouch. Why don't you come and sit down over here with me. I've bought some single malt. And a little bit of grass." ----{---{-- @ (If replying by email, just remove my panties to get thru!) -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+