*fingers crossed*

''pudding?''

morrissey stretches,toes wiggling in his pink thermal socks,
pushing his feet against the drowsy warmth of the radiator...

''you want my pudding?''[licks the spoon]

''this is MY pudding, i wont share it,no,no,no!''

he smiles,pulls back the covers...
revealing a small pair of yellow nylon briefs,

''if you want my pudding youll just have to have it this way...

lifting up the waist band,
plop!
he empties the rice pudding can into his undies,
pulling a face as it escapes down his thighs and runs onto the bed,

'' look at this horrible mess youve made,come here and clean it up...''

you approach,
quavering,
and he forces you to suck...

oh never mind.
im sure no one needs to know.

i shall now make my disgruntled and solitary journey to bed...

> he smiles,pulls back the covers...
> revealing a small pair of yellow nylon briefs,

No, no, no! They're gold lamé, my dear.

I'd hope vanilla, chocolate or rice pudding could be potential turn-offs, particularly in the groin area.

Re: What kind of pudding?

Errrm, it was rice-pudding :

>lifting up the waist band,
> plop! he empties the rice pudding can into his undies,

No offence, pillow, but I think I've finally worked out what Meatloaf was on about ("I would do anything for love - ( but I won't do that)")

> Re: What kind of pudding?

> Errrm, it was rice-pudding :

> No offence, pillow, but I think I've finally worked out what Meatloaf was
> on about ("I would do anything for love - ( but I won't do
> that)")

LOL! Funny