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[SweetMaj]

Good (late) afternoon, Lasters.

It is still freezing in DK.

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by steve44uk

Why, what were you doing...?

Martha, reading the sign stating the best deal was on the top shelf, stretched for the last box of prunes. Her lavender housedress rose several inches as she huffed and wriggled to reach it. Standing on tiptoes put her close so she put one leg on the bottom shelf to climb higher.

Now, unbeknownst to Martha, Herbert had pushed his cart around the corner just in time to see the lacy tops of her thigh highs. Gulping for air, he stopped to watch, already feeling his body react to the sight in front of him. With each of Martha’s moans, he imagined her making them for a different reason. His fingers moved, aching to touch the creamy skin showing. He saw his opportunity when the woman began climbing the shelves, stepping behind her, his body tight to hers.

“Oh, oh my, oh,” Martha mumbled, flustered at the sudden touch behind her.

“Just making sure you don’t fall.”

Martha gasped at the warm air flowing through the thin material of her housedress. She felt the moisture gathering in her center and whimpered. Thinking fast, she leaned back, letting the man catch her. They tumbled to the floor, where Martha forgot the prunes as soon as she felt the bulge pressing into her.

[Dianthus]

Nice work, Lynn.

"Is that a cucumber from the produce aisle? Or are you just happy to see me?"


Hiya, Steve, Maj.

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by Dianthus

Nice work, Lynn.

"Is that a cucumber from the produce aisle? Or are you just happy to see me?"


Hiya, Steve, Maj.

Thanks. Just a quick little blurb.

[steve44uk]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

Thanks. Just a quick little blurb.

Hahaha. Dayum, so you *were* there...

Very impressive, Lynn

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by steve44uk

Hahaha. Dayum, so you *were* there...

Very impressive, Lynn

I'm innocent.

But thank you.

[steve44uk]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

I'm innocent.

Yeah, right...

But thank you.

[COLOR="rgb(139, 0, 0)"]Credit where it's due [/color]

[TxRad]

Too bad I have to keep one eye on work, this is getting interesting.

Oh yeah, and my Muse is the little redheaded one with the, uh, cute face.

[Dianthus]

Originally Posted by TxRad

Too bad I have to keep one eye on work, this is getting interesting.

Oh yeah, and my Muse is the little redheaded one with the, uh, cute face.

Yeah, like I'll believe you've been watching her face...

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by Dianthus

Yeah, like I'll believe you've been watching her face...

Like I'd watch your, uh, face.

[MistressLynn]

Now Mr. Jones, the grocer, he wasn’t putting up with any shenanigans in his store. But he remembered the meeting with the lawyers that morning.

“Oh, no, are you all right? Let me help you. Do you need medical care?”

“Git me up, young man,” Herbert said, pressing into the woman under him before turning over.

“Certainly, sir, let me assist you,” Mr. Jones said.

He grabbed Herbert’s hand and guided him to a standing position once more. Ignoring the tented material in the front of the man’s polyester slacks, he turned toward the elderly woman still on the floor.

“Ma’am, take my hand,” the grocer said. “I’ll help you.”

“Don’t look, young man, or I’ll file a lawsuit against you.”

“I won’t look, I promise.”

Herbert stood to the side, not making any such promises. He stared at the woman’s body, revealed when her dress bunched up at her waist during their fall. Despite her age, which he guessed to be near seventy, she wore a thong.

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

Now Mr. Jones, the grocer, he wasn’t putting up with any shenanigans in his store. But he remembered the meeting with the lawyers that morning.

“Oh, no, are you all right? Let me help you. Do you need medical care?”

“Git me up, young man,” Herbert said, pressing into the woman under him before turning over.

“Certainly, sir, let me assist you,” Mr. Jones said.

He grabbed Herbert’s hand and guided him to a standing position once more. Ignoring the tented material in the front of the man’s polyester slacks, he turned toward the elderly woman still on the floor.

“Ma’am, take my hand,” the grocer said. “I’ll help you.”

“Don’t look, young man, or I’ll file a lawsuit against you.”

“I won’t look, I promise.”

Herbert stood to the side, not making any such promises. He stared at the woman’s body, revealed when her dress bunched up at her waist during their fall. Despite her age, which he guessed to be near seventy, she wore a thong.

I guess I'm not the only one who's found their Muse.

Finished the second part of one story and started the third part.

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by TxRad

I guess I'm not the only one who's found their Muse.

Finished the second part of one story and started the third part.

Goofing off between my walks, my shower, and a trip to the grocery store.

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

Goofing off between my walks, my shower, and a trip to the grocery store.

Don't be climbing any shelves .

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by TxRad

Don't be climbing any shelves .

I'm 5'10", remember?

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

I'm 5'10", remember?

What has that got to do with climbing shelves.

Maybe a little research.

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by TxRad

What has that got to do with climbing shelves.

Maybe a little research.

See, that's where my brain is different from you other writers. I don't see plot bunnies when I go to the store. I just see a store filled with shoppers.

[Handley_Page]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

See, that's where my brain is different from you other writers. I don't see plot bunnies when I go to the store. I just see a store filled with shoppers.

Nobody said there's a jar marked 'Plot Bunnies'.

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

See, that's where my brain is different from you other writers. I don't see plot bunnies when I go to the store. I just see a store filled with shoppers.

You have to ask yourself what they are shopping for and why.

And I'm not talking about groceries.

[TxRad]

Originally Posted by Handley_Page

Nobody said there's a jar marked 'Plot Bunnies'.

Plot bunnies don't come in jars. They come from the frozen food department where all the cold hard nipples are seen on shoppers who hurried out without their bras. Or in the produce section where the two older ladies are fingering the cucumbers with a knowing smile and giggles for each other.

Or from many other areas. All you have to do is use a little imagination.

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by TxRad

Plot bunnies don't come in jars. They come from the frozen food department where all the cold hard nipples are seen on shoppers who hurried out without their bras. Or in the produce section where the two older ladies are fingering the cucumbers with a knowing smile and giggles for each other.

Or from many other areas. All you have to do is use a little imagination.

But when I am shopping, my brain isn't thinking of writing, even during NaNo. Writing I do when I sit at the computer. I guess that's the OCD bit . . . everything has a place and a time.

[Handley_Page]

Originally Posted by MistressLynn

But when I am shopping, my brain isn't thinking of writing, even during NaNo. Writing I do when I sit at the computer. I guess that's the OCD bit . . . everything has a place and a time.

You have a placard saying "Muse: Keep off" while you shop?

[MistressLynn]

Originally Posted by Handley_Page

You have a placard saying "Muse: Keep off" while you shop?

I don't believe in a muse.

[SweetMaj]

Peeking through the door saying,

"Good Night, Lasters.)

[YoursSINSerely]

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