CyranoJ
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It was early afternoon. You got off work early and came home, started dinner and climbed in the shower.
While you were in the shower the oven caught on fire. I, Morgan Freeman*, happened to be walking by at the time rehearsing my elocution for a role in an upcoming Broadway production of Backdraft: The Musical. Hearing your smoke detector's plaintive wailing and completely immersed in my character as a forensic smoke alarm investigator, I immediately swung into action: I leapt onto your patio, smashed through the French doors with a nearby lawnchair and disabled the squealing alarm all in one swift movement while somehow narrating my own actions in my rich, resonant voice at the same time.
I turned around to see you looking at me quizzically, wearing a white tank top and those damned sexy yoga pants. I said, "No need for alarm, madam," in my impossibly rich baritone voice, then went on to sit you down and read to you Plato's entire Euthyphro Dialogue, the Collected Works of Ray Bradbury and, for some slightly spicier material, The Story of O. in Hebrew translation. As I read to you these marvellous works of literature I took off my pants to get comfortable, and I couldn't help but steal the occasional glimpse of your breasts tightly outlined against that tank-top and your stiff little nipples turning me on. As I reached the second chapter of Pauline Reage's seminal BDSM classic, I have to confess I was seriously considering doing to you some of the things the rich and expertly-translated erotic text was describing.
Unfortunately I had completely forgotten that my initial set-up for this fantasy involved your oven catching on fire, and so the house had been burning down around us for this entire time. I'm afraid I didn't make it to the third chapter of the The Story of O. before we were both overcome by smoke inhalation, and I assume our charred corpses were found in the wreckage of your home thereafter. But what a way to go.
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* Ten bucks says you were reading the post from this point on in your best Morgan Freeman voice.
While you were in the shower the oven caught on fire. I, Morgan Freeman*, happened to be walking by at the time rehearsing my elocution for a role in an upcoming Broadway production of Backdraft: The Musical. Hearing your smoke detector's plaintive wailing and completely immersed in my character as a forensic smoke alarm investigator, I immediately swung into action: I leapt onto your patio, smashed through the French doors with a nearby lawnchair and disabled the squealing alarm all in one swift movement while somehow narrating my own actions in my rich, resonant voice at the same time.
I turned around to see you looking at me quizzically, wearing a white tank top and those damned sexy yoga pants. I said, "No need for alarm, madam," in my impossibly rich baritone voice, then went on to sit you down and read to you Plato's entire Euthyphro Dialogue, the Collected Works of Ray Bradbury and, for some slightly spicier material, The Story of O. in Hebrew translation. As I read to you these marvellous works of literature I took off my pants to get comfortable, and I couldn't help but steal the occasional glimpse of your breasts tightly outlined against that tank-top and your stiff little nipples turning me on. As I reached the second chapter of Pauline Reage's seminal BDSM classic, I have to confess I was seriously considering doing to you some of the things the rich and expertly-translated erotic text was describing.
Unfortunately I had completely forgotten that my initial set-up for this fantasy involved your oven catching on fire, and so the house had been burning down around us for this entire time. I'm afraid I didn't make it to the third chapter of the The Story of O. before we were both overcome by smoke inhalation, and I assume our charred corpses were found in the wreckage of your home thereafter. But what a way to go.
http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd107/RobertDobolinaEsq/post-38645-just-listen-to-that-rich-molas-d981.gif
* Ten bucks says you were reading the post from this point on in your best Morgan Freeman voice.
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