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From: Plainman <an10176@anon.nymserver.com>
Subject: {<500 words} Plainman, "Foodie" PLUS FREE BONUS! "First Report"
Here's a repost of "Foodie," my entry in the Celestial contest. As I said
when I first posted it, I thought it was an OK story, but not very
explicit. So as a bonus I have added another little story based on the
same events, "First Report." This one is !HOT!!! It has lots of
descriptions of sex organs and naughty words in it. Minors probably
shouldn't read the first one, but they DEFINITELY shouldn't read the one
after it. No, no, no. And it is FREE!!! You don't even have to come to the
Plainman Website and get past my banners and undergo solicitation to
subscribe to my service (TEEN COED VIRGIN BESTIALITY PIX!) to read it.
Note well! "First Report" is NOT an entrant in the Celestial Contest,
having just been posted now. So if you like it, do NOT write to Celeste
and tell her so. But you can tell me. If you don't like it that's OK. It
wasn't any trouble to write - I just ran my tape recorder for a while and
then transcribed 500 words or so of what I picked up.
If you like "Foodie" you *can* tell Celeste. But be sure not to let your
judgment be influenced by "First Report!"
Princess (who is a corporate lawyer and sometimes works with intellectual
property issues) tells me I should state the copyright status of my posted
stories. They are FREE! Repost or archive them to your heart's content. If
by any bizarre chance you should make any money off one of them, it would
be nice if you would set aside a contribution to the June Hunt Defense
Fund. This is not in existence yet, but will be soon after the unhappy day
when Mike stops posting here. (June will need a defense fund because it
will not simply be an *obvious* case of justifiable homicide. Mike has
cultivated a lot of friends with his excellent stories and funny material,
and it will take a skilled and expensive lawyer to get across to a jury
the nightmare she was trapped in.)
Just kidding, Mike! We all know you're a swell guy - even if you did forge
Ray Velez's address on that post.
Foodie
Princess: ... and Troop said OK. So I told Robert to meet me at
the Clift, and we would climb the staircase to paradise together
- he sorta liked flowery stuff like that. Then he left a message
saying Masa's was practically down the street from there, and
they had the best tasting menu. Well, honey, you know how much I
like to nibble on yummies while I talk about what we're going to
do later and gradually feel my nipples get hard and my clittie
perk up and my panties get damp...
Judy: And play footsie... lick sauce off each other's fingers...
and swirl expensive Cabernet in a big glass and sniff it...
Princess: Sweetie, you do know me... Anyway, I really got into
this civilized love scene - got him to fax me the menu -
incredible stuff - a dish with crayfish tails, I forget the sauce
- new potatoes with creme fraiche and caviar - I started sending
Robert little script ideas of what we'd talk about doing later in
connection with each of the courses. We really were into what
gourmet lovers we were - building by stages - savoring each step
- with the salad, kissing the back of his knees - with soup, him
shampooing me with a great scalp massage, etc. Anyway I send my
last gourmet sex message by the airplane phone on the way up from
LA - the famous Masa's foie gras, and I would tie him down and
tease his his cock with my nipples, or something. Well, when I
get to the hotel the cute guy's left me a transcript of all the
messages - entitled "dinner program, with script" - with word
that the reservation's at 7:30 and he'll pick me up at 7. So I
shower, and skip my usual fun with the pulsing showerhead so I
can keep my edge. I put on that dark red silk dress, and get all
primped up. He calls from his car phone, and I tell him my room
number, and a few minutes later he knocks on the door - I open it
- he's looking very handsome and manly in a nice dark suit - I
look at him, he looks at me - he puts his hands on my shoulders -
the electricity flows and my butt shimmies a little and my toes
curl - and you know what I suddenly can't get out of my head?
J: What you'll be doing when you get back after dinnner?
P: No - this mental image of a juicy hamburger, dripping in onion
rings - and I just want to sink my teeth into it. So I blurt out
"I want a hamburger," and he roars with laughter, and in a few
seconds all our clothes are in a pile on the rug and then there's
a lot of animal grunting and yelling, and then a big wet spot
staining the nice bedspread, which we never bothered to turn
down..
Judy: And later you call room service...
Princess: A lot later...
-The End-
And now...
BONUS STORY! FREE!! HOT!!!
(But not eligible for the contest)
First Report
by Plainman
Princess: Hi Troop - did I wake you up?
Trooper: You know you didn't, you nasty little slut.
Princess: Oh, my sweetie was waiting up - to hear how his wifey's
little evening went?
Trooper: You knew I would be. So - tell!
Princess: What are you wearing, Troop?
Trooper: T-shirt.
Princess: Are you hard already?
Trooper: Yes.
Princess: You've been imagining me fucking him?
Trooper: Yes - you know that.
Princess: My legs pulled back and spread way out - my pussy-lips
all red and puffy and wet - him naked, big and fleshy on top of
me - he's a big man, lots of muscle like you - but more fat - he
has a big thick cock, almost as big as yours - think of it all
shiny with my juice as he pulls out - he grunts as he thrusts in
- his balls slap on my ass -
Trooper: Is that the way it was?
Princess: Honey, we never went out to dinner. We tore our clothes
off and fucked like animals on top of the bed.
Trooper: Did you come?
Princess: Practically right away - and I screamed - he told me
later - I can't remember it -
Trooper: Is his come still in you?
Princess: He came twice - it's dribbling out of me right now - all white
and thick and gooey - here on my finger - mmm - I'm tasting it - nasty
filthy stuff -
Trooper: Princess I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow...
Princess: Yes, sweetie - I can't wait - I can almost feel you
crushing me and filling me - your big hot cock, your animal
noises - but can you come for me now too? I want to hear you now.
Trooper: Tell me some more, Princess.
Princess: Well, I'll have something special to show you - some
marks.
Trooper: What kind of marks?
Princess: Fading pink marks on a nice white background. I brought the
riding crop along, and I hid it under the bed, and after we fucked the
first time we traded fantasies, and I could tell he would like to, so I
told him it was there...
Trooper: I'm going to take you across my lap.
Princess: I'll be sore already - would you hurt your sweetie?
Trooper: You know I will - and you'll love it.
Princess: Yes I will Troop - and then you'll fuck me doggie - and
I'll feel your balls bumping my clit - and you'll slap up against
my poor sore bottom - and I'll come like a slut for you - and
scream and say dirty things and make you shoot your come in me...
Trooper: Ah - ahh!
Princess: That's my Troop - fuck me, fuck your wife - your hot
little cunt - fuck me, fuck meeee!
Trooper: Unnnnngh!! Uuuuhhh! Ahh... ...
Princess: Honey, you know I just love your bull bellow .. But
wasn't that kind of a quickie for my mighty hubby?
Trooper: Well, Princess, I know you've still got to report in to
Judy before you can get to sleep.
Princess: Oh - you sweet considerate man!
-The End-
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