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SORRY video was basically describe


WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Please note any unfamiliar spellings and phrases may be due to the fact
I am English, not American.

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This is another quick one I didn't bother the proofreaders with, I hope it
doesn't show too much.

Just a word of explanation. I was watching tv when a music video of a
U2 song came on. The video was basically as I describe below but I
couldn't resist putting my ending on it. It's not really a sex story but
it appeals to my warped sense of humour.

REPOST NOTE: You may be able to tell I was taking some powerful painkillers
when I wrote this. Quite a few people didn't like this, but it appealed to



'Don't say a word, darling,' he instructed her, 'Not one word until I've
finished.' He led to an old fashioned open carriage with red velvet seats.
A glossy black horse was between the shafts and a smartly dressed driver
was holding the reins. They got in and he sat facing her. He produced a
box of expensive Belgian chocolates, a bunch of red roses and a bottle of
champagne. He piled his gifts on the seat besides her.

As they progressed down the street he directed her gaze upward to a
banner across the street that read 'I'M SORRY'. A truck pulled along side
them with a string quartet on it, playing one of her favourite pieces of
music. He brought out a jeweller's box and opened it to show her the
diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. He pointed up as
they passed under another banner reading 'I'M VERY SORRY''.

A fire engine pulled up behind with the local version of the
Chippendales balanced on top, stripping and striking poses. A brass band
swung out from a side street to follow the carriage. From under his seat
he took a fur coat and laid it across her knees. An elephant joined the
procession with the word 'Sorry' embroided on his headpiece. Up in the sky
a plane was writing 'IM SO VERY SORRY' across the sky with its exhaust.

They pulled to a halt outside a five star hotel. He led her along a red carpet and up to the honeymoon suite. A carefully chosen meal was laid out
waiting for her. Then he took her to the four-poster bed and carefully
undressed her. He made love to her slowly and passionately, dwelling on
each inch of her body until he had produced the maximum amount of pleasure
possible. Only then did he enter her and gently brought them both to

Holding her close in his embrace he whispered.

'I'm more sorry than words can ever say. Please forgive me.' She turned
and looked deep into his repentant eyes.

'I always forgive you, you should know that by now. I just have one
question: what are you saying sorry for?'

'For whatever I did to upset you,' he replied earnestly. She sighed and
sat up, pulling her clothes back on.

'If you don't know what you're saying sorry for it's a worthless
apology. Why didn't you take a fraction of the time you wasted setting this
all up to ask me why I was upset?'

'Darling, wait. I'm an idiot, tell me now, please. I'm sorry.'

Copyright Vickie Morgan, Jan 1999

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story, even a short one like this. All I ask is that you take a couple of
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some reaction. Thank you.


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