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Subject: {ASSM} Playing Games/ Get Fucked! (Man and his Muse) MF (Stasya T. Canine)
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Playing Games - A Man and His Muse Stasya T. Canine ---
"Oh, my. That thing has really gotten huge. Perhaps I should
help you do something to make it smaller."
"Mahika, I thought *I* had the strange sense of humor."
She grinned. "Well, it's certainly been awhile since we've
finished anything we've started."
I shook my head and sighed. "Yeah. Except for the sex, which
has been as good as ever, the artistic side of our lives has been
lacking, hasn't it?" I held up a hand to stop her next comment.
"Sure, lots of bits and pieces--but nothing that's been solid
enough to finish and post."
We rolled to face each other and our hands began massaging each
other's backs.
"Mmmm..." She shifted so my penis found its natural home.
"Actually, the vacation has been rather pleasant. What you
*have* written has been more than enough to keep me relaxed."
I suppressed my laughter by burying my face in her hair and then
whispering in the nearest ear. "Right." Stroke. "Relaxed."
Stroke-stroke. "Then explain." In-long-pause-strokestroke. "How
come." Many strokes. "You've been as horny as a weasel after a
rat?"
She convulsed and then pushed me away until we were fully
detached. " 'Weasel after a rat'? Hand me some tissue."
"Here's the box." I was grinning. "About time I got you
laughing so hard you can't stop crying."
She rewarded me by tapping my forehead with the box. "It's time
for you to get up and spend some time at the keyboard."
* * * Get Fucked! by Stasya T. Canine ---
"And you can go get fucked by a cockroach!" Martha screamed at
the retreating back that was attached to the most
minuscule-dicked, fat-assed, overblown-ego-possessed MALE of the
human species--she'd ever had the misfortune to think she wanted
to spread her legs for.
'Now, where in hell did I put that... AH!' Her left hand
grabbed at the rubbery object while her right one gently cradled
the power supply. "Come to mama, you lovely thing." She
crooned. "She's going to reward you for your undying
faithfulness."
"Wouldn't you rather have something a bit more, how can I put
this... 'masculine'?"
She jerked, dropped the massive dildo and spun to face the...
'Intruder?' The man was naked and casually leaning against the
frame of the doorway. Her thoughts shifted along with her eyes
as she gazed at those perfect lips, then slowly roved down his
chest to...
She blushed, drug her thoughts out of the abyss of lust they were
falling into and found her voice. "Who the hell are you? And
how did you get into my bedroom?"
"I have nothing to do with Hell. I'm actually from Greece. My
natural home is Mons Olympus." He grinned at her. "Martha, my
dear, you have such a lovely command of the language."
He started chuckling. It started with a deep breath that tensed
his chest muscles. As his breasts began to shake, his whole body
began to vibrate in sympathy. She found herself beginning to
smile at his infectious attitude and this time, willingly, let
her eyes finish their journey to his crotch. His penis,
originally flaccid and nested quite comfortably between his
balls, slowly stiffened. As it rose like a column of smoke from
the fireplace of his loins, his massive balls were revealed in
all their glory.
Each time he replenished his breath so he could continue
chuckling, his scrotum tensed to reveal the outlines of the tubes
that would carry his manly nectar as it got ready to hose her
willing receptacle.
"Aren't you more than a little lost? Mount Olympus is 'slightly'
more than a few time zones away from here." He stopped his
chuckling but didn't bother to hide his grin. "You haven't
answered my second question, either."
He took a deep breath, mimed taking off a top hot and dusting it
off, then bowed. The bow was a work of art that would have made
the most supercilious butler green with envy. "Martha, my dear,
you left the door open. I was passing by on my way to another
meeting, a boring one I might add, that has nothing to do with
the pleasures of the flesh, and your eloquence drew me as a roach
to stale mead. If I hadn't been captivated by your inventive
purging of that person's pustulent boil that sits on his
shoulders, the glow of your body would have surely kept me from
remembering my normal business concerns."
She raised her eyebrows, tried to assume a severe and slightly
condemning look--but lost it when he reached down and waggled his
penis at her.
"I'm sure that inert silicone penis has a lot to offer you at a
time like this. However, this one is ready, attached to a
self-directing renewable power supply and amazingly, it just
happens to be in the size and color you enjoy most." He grinned
at her expression of bemused confusion as he let go and walked
over to settle on her bed.
He leaned back on his elbows and raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." She mused. "It does seem to be about the size and color
I favor. But," She raised her eyes to meet his. "I do hope you
realize that I can't be certain until I've tried it in for fit.
A woman has to be careful these days. There has been a lot of
shoddy workmanship brought into the country. 'Quick bucks' and
all that."
She settled on the bed and began slowly stroking his penis. "One
size does NOT fit all and while this thing appears to be perfect,
I'm just going to have to give it a longer trial to make sure
it's capable of meeting ALL of my needs."
"Martha, I would expect no less from a woman of your obvious
discernment. I have as much time as you need."
"Somehow," she murmured around a mouthful of penis, "I knew you'd
see it that way." ---- Stasya T. Canine October 2, 2002
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