Britney's Romance
October 1st 2007 06:54
When Britney put her hand down her pants and felt for the soft tongue of her shoes lapping against the feet of her beach, she nearly fell of her barstool. The water was soft and biting against the arch of her foreheads as she knelt down at the head of her manfriend. His hard trousers felt warm against the nape of her unyielding buttock.
When they had fist met, Britney had found him lying in a pool of his own toe-nail clippings. She thought that he had nice thighs as he gently rocked her car with pebbles that he'd found lying about his earlobes. The manfriend said that the world had a head like a man and an arse like a lunatic.
After they had laid down in the cool enchantment of the bed of maggots for the last time, he turned to her and muttered something under the front-doormat. It remained inaudible to Britney's ear that hung about the doorknob like a pair of apples on a pair of orange trees. She had loved him like no other monkey had ever seen, but at least she now had cake and tea.
When it was over, the man who stood towering over her leaning body, stood like a tower. Britney's soft cheeks remained soft in the face of the unyielding pounding from the stones that remained soft as they bounced about the room for the first time.
When they had fist met, Britney had found him lying in a pool of his own toe-nail clippings. She thought that he had nice thighs as he gently rocked her car with pebbles that he'd found lying about his earlobes. The manfriend said that the world had a head like a man and an arse like a lunatic.
After they had laid down in the cool enchantment of the bed of maggots for the last time, he turned to her and muttered something under the front-doormat. It remained inaudible to Britney's ear that hung about the doorknob like a pair of apples on a pair of orange trees. She had loved him like no other monkey had ever seen, but at least she now had cake and tea.
When it was over, the man who stood towering over her leaning body, stood like a tower. Britney's soft cheeks remained soft in the face of the unyielding pounding from the stones that remained soft as they bounced about the room for the first time.
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Comment by David
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Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
I feel compelled to point out an error. You have listed this post under 'Love', when I believe it should have been listed under 'Crazy'.
Just trying to help out.
Michaelie.
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
It's autodiabolicalbiographical romance writing at its most novel.
more categories on the way, by the way.
Norm, all a flutter
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
isn't love just
a little crazy?
Some sort of fiction writing that we all pen.
Norm