sharing the badness *g*
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poisontaster tormented me with, last night. I'm passing it along because, like my subject line says, badness should be shared ;)
I feel the need to emphasize (repeatedly!) that I DID NOT WRITE THIS, I didn't buy it (though apparently it's published *somewhere*, for money), I have nothing to do with it...beyond the burning need toscar share it with y'all.
Also? It makes the lava lamp story look like high-class literature, in comparison. Truly. Read with caution *g*
Seville looked down the side of the ship from her balcony above. The hot wind off the north coast of Somalia blew her auburn hair into twists and swirls against her forehead and cheeks. The wind didn't just caress her pale, almost alabaster cheeks. It seemed to brush and bruise them with salt and fire. Even so, she leaned into the wind. Seville breathed in deeply and her breasts raised their dark eyes toward the horizon.
Her trim body accented the swell of her breasts. The wind smelled of cinnamon and ginger, something both foreign and familiar. The cruise liner had just passed the Ethiopian coast and the hot hand of the Ethiopian wind blew hints of the Djibouti scents of jasmine, clay jars of acacia oil and jasper incense. All her senses seemed intensified and she lifted her head to feel the full caress of the wind careen off her cheek and down her neck. Her body opened up like a delicate claret that needed to breathe in order to bring out its most robust flavors. Her skin soaked in the scents miles away carried on breezes to the secluded, second level of their ship directly off the fantail.
The pre-honeymoon cruise through the Suez Canal passed through the length of the Red Sea and arced southeast past the east African coast, past Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia, Somalia and Tanzania. Then they would dock in Kenya and catch a plane back to the U.S. It was going to be two weeks of sun, sightseeing and, she hoped, bubbly, abandoned sex with her lover, Karl.
As it turned out, she'd at least get two out of three. But that would all come later. As she was just recuperating from earlier seasickness, this afternoon was the first time she didn't either feel squeamish or downright nauseated.
For now, she leaned into the railing. One of the aluminum bars was the perfect height for her hips and she pressed into it and thought of Karl and his deep-set eyes, deep, authoritative voice, and buff-bodied build.
Looking down for a moment longer and Seville reached down to feel the smooth, hard and shiny hull of the cruise ship. She licked her lips against the bruise of the burning air. Seville had a mouth that some women envied and other women despised. She had Aztec aqua eyes, magic eyes, the shape of blue-green, lunar almonds. She could see exceptionally well in the dark, but liked to wear shades during the heat of the day. Her skin was the color of a late Montana snowfall, all flake, wing and air. She had wide lips, slightly open like she is always about ready to divulge some lethal secret. She had the body of an angel and just the right kind of wriggle.
Looking into the state room, she saw Karl lying on his back, his brown hair tousled in sleep and his chest exposed. After her bouts with seasickness, it was a relief to feel herself again. She breathed out long and deep and again pressed her body against the railing. Seville closed her eyes to feel the rush of pleasure swallowing up her pussy and swelling up to her belly. Her cunt swelled as she thought about the fine lines around Karl's mouth and how his chest hair curled gracefully between his nipples like some elegant incense.
Hurry up and wake up! she thought as she looked at him again.
Seville gripped the railing and spun around to press herself against his hard, smooth, tubular surface. Her panties were damp now and the hot breeze blew between her legs. The breeze delivered chill between her legs on a silver platter and it tingled all the way up to her throat. The warm ebb of arousal rose from her pussy again and teased her skin all the way to her nipples. The contrast between the sweet warmth and the sour cold jolted her body into generous spasms. She was ready again for the second time in the same morning.
If he doesn't get up soon, she thought, I'll wake up myself.
Turning around again to look at Karl, she imagined the weight of all that beauty on top of her, pressing into her, his brown eyes nesting into the nape of her neck. Seville's pussy swelled so much that she could feel her juices ooze from her as she continued to press into the railing.
She couldn't wait any long and pushed the sliding door back and snuck over to his side of the bed. Karl lay back on the bed, his hard stomach flexing with slow breathing. She looked into his deep brown eyes and they looked like the hollows of ancient, sacred caves. Seville slid inside the glass doors and drew the curtains closed. Even though it was early afternoon on deck, it was dusk inside their room.
While she was adjusting the curtains, Seville heard a match strike, an inhale and then smelled the rich, muscular scent of the Moroccan tobacco blend Karl smoked. She inhaled herself for a moment. The scent reminded her of his thickly-built, earthy-scented body. Turning around, she saw the tip of his lighted cigarette, and then she noticed another red tip. The end of his cock shone with the reflected light through the portholes in their staterooms. His cock shone purple it almost glowed.
In a single motion he opened his eyes, pushed her back on the bed, straddled her and grabbed her wrists. Karl was entirely naked except for his tiny gold, dolphin-shaped pendent that he always wore. He pinned her arms back against the headboard and looked at her wildly. Seville was startled and thrilled at the same time.
She moaned when he kissed her and she rolled her eyes back so only slits shown in her almond, oceanic-green eyes. Karl lowered his head and licked Seville from chin, down the long slope of her throat, then between her breasts and into the hollow of her belly. For a moment, he laid his head there and Seville shivered with delight when his warm breathed fanned out across her stomach.
She couldn't move and she could care less. The sheer weight of his body made her feel safe. She needed someone to hold her and to help center the erratic flights of her body and the spontaneous, free associations of her mind. Karl's weight was her anchor on this spur-of-the-moment cruise. Even the taste of his cock centered her.
His taste had a density all its own.
The tip of his hard cock was hot and slick. His pre-come smoothed her lips and teeth over the head of his cock. The head of his cock was so hard and wide, it was t size of a South Carolina plum. She kissed it and it tasted like licorice and almonds.
Seville gasped for breath in short spurts, and bit down on her lip to keep from panicking. She felt thrilled and suffocated at the same time. Rocking her head back and forth over his cock, her hair splashed damp across the sweat of her back and brow. Her hair slung up and down like a raging, auburn rainstorm.
Karl positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of her cunt and waited. The head of his cock was as wide and round as a Rome apple. Seville could feel the flood of her own juices starting to flow. She remembered when she was a kid in New York State when the autumn apple harvests. Farmers squeezed the apples in huge presses and the juice gushed out in golden torrents into flues that filled gallons upon gallons of glass jugs. That's what her cunt felt like now. The harvest was in and the juice was flowing.
She closed her eyes and moaned as Karl leaned over her and seized one of her nipples between his teeth. The pain stoked the pleasure. Seville let out of low moan from somewhere between her pussy and her belly. Some pain has the power to transform pain into ecstasy. Electricity doesn't know from pain and pleasure and her whole body felt electric. It flowed like rivers holy Tibetan chants of Himalayan wild-flower blessings flowing all over her body.
Her pussy was freely flowing as well. And Karl evaporated all her fears with the wave of his hand. Rocking and lifting her like his thighs were twin tsunamis. Seville's pulse raced and became flushed as she felt the power of his body bending her to his will. He fucked her like he was on fire. He consumed her with his firm, inflamed muscle and pushed himself deeper and deeper into her. Seville could almost feel her cunt catch fire. Her pussy stretched out to accommodate the width and the combustible pulse of his cock. He lifted her ass and gripped her firmly, almost roughly with his hand and she almost gasped aloud when she felt his cock hit the back of her cunt. Seville's pussy grew big and dark as a red dahlia. Karl gripped her ass until she could feel his nails bite into her and he struck her cunt-cloud like his cock was a flesh-rod of fresh lightening.
Seville loved the strength of his hands on her body. She couldn't resist him even if she wanted. And she didn't want. She wanted the power and pressure of his body to overwhelm her, to exhaust her. Seville wasn't worried about a thing.
Then Karl leaned forward and dipped his head just inside her cunt. She felt the press of his breath against the wavy palms of her pussy hairs. Seville's eyes widened as her lips yielded to the crown of his cock. She felt every inch of him push inside her pussy. Her pussy puffed up like a steamy, Italian pastry. He didn't nibble. He bit right in and all her cream spilled out. She made "yummy" sounds with her mouth and lips.
What do I taste like? He asked, picking up on her sounds.
"Like desire..." she said.
"And danger," she added, smiling a moment before her body trembled.
So. Anyone need bleach? I have plenty on hand! :)
ETA: Becausemecurtin asked, I went looking for the title/author/publisher: Bound and Blissful, by L.A. Mistral. Published by "Renaissance eBooks/Sizzler Editions". Here's the actual eBook Description:
eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Made a Plaything for Pirates! Pirates were the last thing on Seville's mind when she boarded the cruise ship with her new lover, Karl. Then after several days at sea, she was captured by pirates and Karl just left her to her fate. Soon she found herself tied and bound, forced to serve the pirates lusts, learning to submit under their harsh punishments. She also discovered her orgasms as a slave were more awesome than any she had experienced before. Slowly she came to realize that she could escape the pirates, but she could never escape her need for the bondage that leads to sexual release.
poisontaster tormented me with, last night. I'm passing it along because, like my subject line says, badness should be shared ;)I feel the need to emphasize (repeatedly!) that I DID NOT WRITE THIS, I didn't buy it (though apparently it's published *somewhere*, for money), I have nothing to do with it...beyond the burning need to
Also? It makes the lava lamp story look like high-class literature, in comparison. Truly. Read with caution *g*
Seville looked down the side of the ship from her balcony above. The hot wind off the north coast of Somalia blew her auburn hair into twists and swirls against her forehead and cheeks. The wind didn't just caress her pale, almost alabaster cheeks. It seemed to brush and bruise them with salt and fire. Even so, she leaned into the wind. Seville breathed in deeply and her breasts raised their dark eyes toward the horizon.
Her trim body accented the swell of her breasts. The wind smelled of cinnamon and ginger, something both foreign and familiar. The cruise liner had just passed the Ethiopian coast and the hot hand of the Ethiopian wind blew hints of the Djibouti scents of jasmine, clay jars of acacia oil and jasper incense. All her senses seemed intensified and she lifted her head to feel the full caress of the wind careen off her cheek and down her neck. Her body opened up like a delicate claret that needed to breathe in order to bring out its most robust flavors. Her skin soaked in the scents miles away carried on breezes to the secluded, second level of their ship directly off the fantail.
The pre-honeymoon cruise through the Suez Canal passed through the length of the Red Sea and arced southeast past the east African coast, past Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia, Somalia and Tanzania. Then they would dock in Kenya and catch a plane back to the U.S. It was going to be two weeks of sun, sightseeing and, she hoped, bubbly, abandoned sex with her lover, Karl.
As it turned out, she'd at least get two out of three. But that would all come later. As she was just recuperating from earlier seasickness, this afternoon was the first time she didn't either feel squeamish or downright nauseated.
For now, she leaned into the railing. One of the aluminum bars was the perfect height for her hips and she pressed into it and thought of Karl and his deep-set eyes, deep, authoritative voice, and buff-bodied build.
Looking down for a moment longer and Seville reached down to feel the smooth, hard and shiny hull of the cruise ship. She licked her lips against the bruise of the burning air. Seville had a mouth that some women envied and other women despised. She had Aztec aqua eyes, magic eyes, the shape of blue-green, lunar almonds. She could see exceptionally well in the dark, but liked to wear shades during the heat of the day. Her skin was the color of a late Montana snowfall, all flake, wing and air. She had wide lips, slightly open like she is always about ready to divulge some lethal secret. She had the body of an angel and just the right kind of wriggle.
Looking into the state room, she saw Karl lying on his back, his brown hair tousled in sleep and his chest exposed. After her bouts with seasickness, it was a relief to feel herself again. She breathed out long and deep and again pressed her body against the railing. Seville closed her eyes to feel the rush of pleasure swallowing up her pussy and swelling up to her belly. Her cunt swelled as she thought about the fine lines around Karl's mouth and how his chest hair curled gracefully between his nipples like some elegant incense.
Hurry up and wake up! she thought as she looked at him again.
Seville gripped the railing and spun around to press herself against his hard, smooth, tubular surface. Her panties were damp now and the hot breeze blew between her legs. The breeze delivered chill between her legs on a silver platter and it tingled all the way up to her throat. The warm ebb of arousal rose from her pussy again and teased her skin all the way to her nipples. The contrast between the sweet warmth and the sour cold jolted her body into generous spasms. She was ready again for the second time in the same morning.
If he doesn't get up soon, she thought, I'll wake up myself.
Turning around again to look at Karl, she imagined the weight of all that beauty on top of her, pressing into her, his brown eyes nesting into the nape of her neck. Seville's pussy swelled so much that she could feel her juices ooze from her as she continued to press into the railing.
She couldn't wait any long and pushed the sliding door back and snuck over to his side of the bed. Karl lay back on the bed, his hard stomach flexing with slow breathing. She looked into his deep brown eyes and they looked like the hollows of ancient, sacred caves. Seville slid inside the glass doors and drew the curtains closed. Even though it was early afternoon on deck, it was dusk inside their room.
While she was adjusting the curtains, Seville heard a match strike, an inhale and then smelled the rich, muscular scent of the Moroccan tobacco blend Karl smoked. She inhaled herself for a moment. The scent reminded her of his thickly-built, earthy-scented body. Turning around, she saw the tip of his lighted cigarette, and then she noticed another red tip. The end of his cock shone with the reflected light through the portholes in their staterooms. His cock shone purple it almost glowed.
In a single motion he opened his eyes, pushed her back on the bed, straddled her and grabbed her wrists. Karl was entirely naked except for his tiny gold, dolphin-shaped pendent that he always wore. He pinned her arms back against the headboard and looked at her wildly. Seville was startled and thrilled at the same time.
She moaned when he kissed her and she rolled her eyes back so only slits shown in her almond, oceanic-green eyes. Karl lowered his head and licked Seville from chin, down the long slope of her throat, then between her breasts and into the hollow of her belly. For a moment, he laid his head there and Seville shivered with delight when his warm breathed fanned out across her stomach.
She couldn't move and she could care less. The sheer weight of his body made her feel safe. She needed someone to hold her and to help center the erratic flights of her body and the spontaneous, free associations of her mind. Karl's weight was her anchor on this spur-of-the-moment cruise. Even the taste of his cock centered her.
His taste had a density all its own.
The tip of his hard cock was hot and slick. His pre-come smoothed her lips and teeth over the head of his cock. The head of his cock was so hard and wide, it was t size of a South Carolina plum. She kissed it and it tasted like licorice and almonds.
Seville gasped for breath in short spurts, and bit down on her lip to keep from panicking. She felt thrilled and suffocated at the same time. Rocking her head back and forth over his cock, her hair splashed damp across the sweat of her back and brow. Her hair slung up and down like a raging, auburn rainstorm.
Karl positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of her cunt and waited. The head of his cock was as wide and round as a Rome apple. Seville could feel the flood of her own juices starting to flow. She remembered when she was a kid in New York State when the autumn apple harvests. Farmers squeezed the apples in huge presses and the juice gushed out in golden torrents into flues that filled gallons upon gallons of glass jugs. That's what her cunt felt like now. The harvest was in and the juice was flowing.
She closed her eyes and moaned as Karl leaned over her and seized one of her nipples between his teeth. The pain stoked the pleasure. Seville let out of low moan from somewhere between her pussy and her belly. Some pain has the power to transform pain into ecstasy. Electricity doesn't know from pain and pleasure and her whole body felt electric. It flowed like rivers holy Tibetan chants of Himalayan wild-flower blessings flowing all over her body.
Her pussy was freely flowing as well. And Karl evaporated all her fears with the wave of his hand. Rocking and lifting her like his thighs were twin tsunamis. Seville's pulse raced and became flushed as she felt the power of his body bending her to his will. He fucked her like he was on fire. He consumed her with his firm, inflamed muscle and pushed himself deeper and deeper into her. Seville could almost feel her cunt catch fire. Her pussy stretched out to accommodate the width and the combustible pulse of his cock. He lifted her ass and gripped her firmly, almost roughly with his hand and she almost gasped aloud when she felt his cock hit the back of her cunt. Seville's pussy grew big and dark as a red dahlia. Karl gripped her ass until she could feel his nails bite into her and he struck her cunt-cloud like his cock was a flesh-rod of fresh lightening.
Seville loved the strength of his hands on her body. She couldn't resist him even if she wanted. And she didn't want. She wanted the power and pressure of his body to overwhelm her, to exhaust her. Seville wasn't worried about a thing.
Then Karl leaned forward and dipped his head just inside her cunt. She felt the press of his breath against the wavy palms of her pussy hairs. Seville's eyes widened as her lips yielded to the crown of his cock. She felt every inch of him push inside her pussy. Her pussy puffed up like a steamy, Italian pastry. He didn't nibble. He bit right in and all her cream spilled out. She made "yummy" sounds with her mouth and lips.
What do I taste like? He asked, picking up on her sounds.
"Like desire..." she said.
"And danger," she added, smiling a moment before her body trembled.
So. Anyone need bleach? I have plenty on hand! :)
ETA: Because
mecurtin asked, I went looking for the title/author/publisher: Bound and Blissful, by L.A. Mistral. Published by "Renaissance eBooks/Sizzler Editions". Here's the actual eBook Description:eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Made a Plaything for Pirates! Pirates were the last thing on Seville's mind when she boarded the cruise ship with her new lover, Karl. Then after several days at sea, she was captured by pirates and Karl just left her to her fate. Soon she found herself tied and bound, forced to serve the pirates lusts, learning to submit under their harsh punishments. She also discovered her orgasms as a slave were more awesome than any she had experienced before. Slowly she came to realize that she could escape the pirates, but she could never escape her need for the bondage that leads to sexual release.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:27 am (UTC)I... didn't go any further.
*hangs self from the rafters*
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 04:37 am (UTC)I read this all aloud to my friend Nicole and we just ended up cackling. Either the person writing this has never had sex, or nobody else in the world is having the right sex.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:44 am (UTC)Reading shit like that out loud is what makes it that much funnier, in my opinion. (Have you read the lava lamp story? If not, I have a tag for 'lava lamp' -- check it out *g*) I read it out loud at a fan gathering when I was in England, and god, it was hysterically funny. We had to keep taking breaks to use the bathroom so we wouldn't wet our pants from cackling. *g*
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:54 am (UTC)Also, I went to the website link to take a look at the book's synopsis... the sad thing is that it actually sounds good from the summary!
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:10 am (UTC)The synopsis sounded better than the excerpt, that's for sure.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:27 am (UTC)ok, that's where I lost it. I'm sure it gets worse! I trust you! but I am too busy LOLing to find out.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 04:32 am (UTC)God Almighty, someone got this published? I weep for the literary soul of humanity. And why is this man's penis being compared to fruit?
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:35 am (UTC)And why is this man's penis being compared to fruit?
Why is the woman's vagina and secretions being compared to fruit, also? I think the author has a fruit fetish, with a particular fixation on apples.
Actually, I think the author just checked out of our reality altogether. Or maybe that was whoever okayed this to be PUBLISHED PROFESSIONALLY.
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Date: 2010-03-14 09:00 am (UTC)Argh.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:36 am (UTC)Oh god, I cannot unread that @_@
Apple or plum? There is a size difference there!
Seville's pussy grew big and dark as a red dahlia.
What? Just...what?
That...is the the worst written sex I've EVER read. I never thought I would prefer the sex scenes written by teenyboppers.
I don't think the publisher or editor know anything about books, literature, grammar, etc.
And...do I even want to know of this lava lamp you speak of?
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:42 am (UTC)Personally, I want to know how SHE knows her pussy is as big and dark as a red dahlia. Maybe the breast eyes have super vision?
And...do I even want to know of this lava lamp you speak of?
Probably not, but just in case: Lava lamp story tag. Enjoy *eg*
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Date: 2010-03-14 07:00 pm (UTC)The breast eyes are all knowing. *nods*
And lava lamps: just say "no" /o\ His poor bum o.0
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 04:46 am (UTC)Bound and Blissful by L.A. Mistral
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 04:51 am (UTC)You totally should do a fandom check *g*
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:53 am (UTC)She could see exceptionally well in the dark, but liked to wear shades during the heat of the day. Her skin was the color of a late Montana snowfall, all flake, wing and air.
FANDOM TROPE: a phrase of three adjectives preceded by the word all, an annoying sentence construction fanfic writers inexplicably refuse to let die.
That is some very bad badfic, right there. *shudder*
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:55 am (UTC)*...is somewhat guilty of this every now and then* *shifty eyes*
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:58 am (UTC)I know I've used the three adjective thing before, but I don't...think...I've done it with 'all'. Huh. Now I kind of want to go read back through stuff and see. Meep. *g*
But yes. That is some very, VERY bad badfic, right there.
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:18 am (UTC)Also, his cock tastes like licorice and almonds? BZUH?
But the BEST line:
Her pussy puffed up like a steamy, Italian pastry
The author seems obsessed with food. Perhaps she'd do better writing cookbooks.
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Date: 2010-03-14 09:21 am (UTC)Okay, so we can quibble over the strict definition of "inflict." *Some* of us can't resist temptation worth a durn.
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Date: 2010-03-14 12:24 pm (UTC)She had Aztec aqua eyes, magic eyes, the shape of blue-green, lunar almonds
BRB throwing up.
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Date: 2010-03-14 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 03:19 pm (UTC)her breasts raised their dark eyes toward the horizon.
No, seriously. WHAT!? I honestly, seriously, TRULY weep for our youth.
edited to add: YOU ARE AN EVIL, EVIL WOMAN. I read more of this and I am truly speechless. Reading this thing makes me want to inflict bodily harm on someone.
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:00 pm (UTC)It flowed like rivers holy Tibetan chants of Himalayan wild-flower blessings flowing all over her body.
Huh?? That doesn't even make sense.
Karl gripped her ass until she could feel his nails bite into her and he struck her cunt-cloud like his cock was a flesh-rod of fresh lightening.
and
Her pussy puffed up like a steamy, Italian pastry. He didn't nibble. He bit right in and all her cream spilled out. She made "yummy" sounds with her mouth and lips.
LOL, OMG.
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:40 pm (UTC)...maybe the author should have had a snack before writing. Or instead of writing.
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 09:20 pm (UTC)Also, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO EAT APPLES AGAIN.
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Date: 2010-03-15 04:13 am (UTC)HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I totally LOL when I read this sentence.
So she's pukey and seasick... but horny. And his dick is a shape-shifting fruit.
The harvest was in and the juice was flowing - I'm so getting this on a t-shirt.
THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!
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Date: 2010-03-15 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 02:45 am (UTC)