Message-ID: <11944eli$9806062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11944.txt> From: tikij@hotmail.com Subject: My Life - In a Nutshell: Ch. 7 (m/f mut. mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6lclum$jsm$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Hello all- Here is Chapter 7 of My Life - In a Nutshell. If you missed any portion of the story, let me know -- I might end up reposting, although I am still looking for a website to store them... By the way, 'mut. mast' in the tagline means mutual masturbation between two characters in the story -- I did not see a standard abreviation for that activity in the story codes FAQ, so there it is... As always -- comments are appreciated, in fact encouraged. Let me know what you think of this story, or where it is going. Also, if you have any ideas, let me know. tikij@hotmail.com Well, there is sex in this one, so if you are under 18 or don't like sex, don't read this. ************************************************************************ CHAPTER 7 - NOW, THAT’S JUST MY LUCK "I had never seen a guy’s dick before," started Mia. "Oh, this is good," said Devon. Jennifer gave him a dirty look. I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Dev, or you’re not going to get the rest. Anyway, I woke up around 6:00 AM, because I was suddenly very cold. Our buddy Cal here had stolen the blanket, and there was a wind howling in through the window. The blinds were crashing around and everything, and this big lug is happily sleeping away, wrapped up in the entire comforter like a little baby." "Be nice," I said. "So I go over and close the window – there’s rain coming in, and climb back into bed. I was still freezing, so I decided to steal the comforter back. After a couple of minutes of tugging and him going, ‘cut it out,’ I managed to steal the entire thing back from him. So now, he’s the one shivering. Then I fell asleep again." "Blanket thief," I muttered. "Shut up. About an hour later, I wake up again. He’s kicking me." "I still don’t believe you." "Who’s telling this story? I made him stop though." "How?&qu> <input type= -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>