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My manuscript is almost compete.
It is called Cunthog Day.
An erotic drama/comedy like Groundhod Day,
Except with sex. Gritty PSE stuff.
Lots of it. Every day. Again and again.
Never gets old. But even if it does feel like it’s getting old, there is still lots of PSE sex.
So it’s got that going for it.
Can’t wait to hear the winning announcement at the academy awards. It’d be worth it to hear Meryl Streep and Snoop Dog say the C word.
Ya Baby!
Snicker, a book, you say, a bed time story, it is. Hmmm, forgive me, I am going to make this up as I go. As this is our first time, I will be gentle, part one will be rated, pg. How about a tale of dating in the neo apocalypse... I think I will call it...
A kiss before dying ?. I know, I know, rank plagiarism. Oh well.
He adjusts his mask and as his gloved hand reaches for the buzzer, he glances down nervously, at his designer sugical gown, sanitized and crisp in it's utter sterility. Perfect.
The door opens and he is greeted by her fresh faced beauty, resplendent in a colourful frock from one of the haute couture medical suppliers. I wonder... he muses and then notes with appreciation, that indeed it is of the classical style. Tied at the back, an enticing opening revealing glimpses of a lovely derierre, undulating rhythmically as she walked.
Champagne? She asks, her voice revealing the slightest of nevous tremors, as she hands over the bottle.
Absolutely. He replies.
As she retrieves the glasses from the infrared sterilizer, he twists the cork and a sibilant pop ushers in the beginnings of their evening tryst. The wine is poured and they gaze at each other across the six foot sanitized table, bendy straws curling around their masks.
Tentative gloved fingers reach across the tables expanse, to touch and intertwine questing for contact,denied. Gloves are quickly disposed of and new ones procured, from handy dispensers, but the brief connection has had an effect. Her mind, slightly buzzing from the bubbles, entertains thoughts of the temptations to come. So dirty, so taboo, so wrong, but so....right. Skin on skin, bare hands, hungry lips, questing tongues...a kiss. So illegal, so taboo, so delicious.
Awkening from her reverie, embarrassed, she coyly raises her glance to find his eyes smiling knowingly over his mask. A look that sends shivers down her spine and a wave of pleasure builds in the dark, forbidden recesses of her body....
To be continued in part two; The gloves come off.
To order part two text: yes, yes, oh God, yes in reply now!
Hehehehe, I love silly shit. Actually made this up a few weeks ago. Sent it out on a couple of dating sites. The responses were wonderful, for the most part. Two girls ignored me completely.
A kiss before dying ?. I know, I know, rank plagiarism. Oh well.
He adjusts his mask and as his gloved hand reaches for the buzzer, he glances down nervously, at his designer sugical gown, sanitized and crisp in it's utter sterility. Perfect.
The door opens and he is greeted by her fresh faced beauty, resplendent in a colourful frock from one of the haute couture medical suppliers. I wonder... he muses and then notes with appreciation, that indeed it is of the classical style. Tied at the back, an enticing opening revealing glimpses of a lovely derierre, undulating rhythmically as she walked.
Champagne? She asks, her voice revealing the slightest of nevous tremors, as she hands over the bottle.
Absolutely. He replies.
As she retrieves the glasses from the infrared sterilizer, he twists the cork and a sibilant pop ushers in the beginnings of their evening tryst. The wine is poured and they gaze at each other across the six foot sanitized table, bendy straws curling around their masks.
Tentative gloved fingers reach across the tables expanse, to touch and intertwine questing for contact,denied. Gloves are quickly disposed of and new ones procured, from handy dispensers, but the brief connection has had an effect. Her mind, slightly buzzing from the bubbles, entertains thoughts of the temptations to come. So dirty, so taboo, so wrong, but so....right. Skin on skin, bare hands, hungry lips, questing tongues...a kiss. So illegal, so taboo, so delicious.
Awkening from her reverie, embarrassed, she coyly raises her glance to find his eyes smiling knowingly over his mask. A look that sends shivers down her spine and a wave of pleasure builds in the dark, forbidden recesses of her body....
To be continued in part two; The gloves come off.
To order part two text: yes, yes, oh God, yes in reply now!
Hehehehe, I love silly shit. Actually made this up a few weeks ago. Sent it out on a couple of dating sites. The responses were wonderful, for the most part. Two girls ignored me completely.
