scheherazade_79
Steamy
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2003
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I was sitting on a futon with my laptop, trying to write a serious erotic poem. There was a dog either side of me, which didn't leave me with all that much space to store my lighter... so I put it between my legs.
It wasn't between my ankles, neither was it between my knees. We're talking upper thigh region here - just a centimetre or two away from Zade Heaven.
And after a while, I got so into my poem that I lost the urge to smoke and forgot about the lighter.
I was reminded of it a few minutes later, when I leaned forward to put my arm around one of the dogs and a giant flame seemed to leap out of Zade Heaven.
The dogs stared in amazement, and so did I because the crotch area of my jogging pants continued to smoulder, even though the flame was out.
I told you I was on fire today
I think I'll have to bin the jogging pants, though 
It wasn't between my ankles, neither was it between my knees. We're talking upper thigh region here - just a centimetre or two away from Zade Heaven.
And after a while, I got so into my poem that I lost the urge to smoke and forgot about the lighter.
I was reminded of it a few minutes later, when I leaned forward to put my arm around one of the dogs and a giant flame seemed to leap out of Zade Heaven.
The dogs stared in amazement, and so did I because the crotch area of my jogging pants continued to smoulder, even though the flame was out.
I told you I was on fire today
