Rambling Rose's Bad Day Turns Naughty! by Rambling Rose

[Olivianna]

I am having a bad day, so wasn't posting on Lit., and was feeling horny as hell...My husband was in the shower so I am thinking do I go in there and relieve myself of my pussy's hunger, or do I poke my goo-pot alone...When hubbie saw me enter through the steam, he is feeling both surprised and shocked...He removed my bodice, ripping the taffeta, I am feeling so good. He rubbed his wet, thick dick all over my stomach, tracing naughty words over my bare back with his load-pumper...

 

[Marxist]

I am having a bad day, so wasn't posting on Lit., and was feeling horny as hell...My husband was in the shower so I am thinking do I go in there and relieve myself of my pussy's hunger, or do I poke my goo-pot alone...When hubbie saw me enter through the steam, he is feeling both surprised and shocked...He removed my bodice, ripping the taffeta, I am feeling so good. He rubbed his wet, thick dick all over my stomach, tracing naughty words over my bare back with his load-pumper...

Anne Rice via the English to Vietnamese to English dictionary?

 

[Olivianna]

"Is that the letter I?," I ask.
"No," he says. "That is my passion for you growing."
"Ohhhhh," I said.

His passion grows enormous, speaking to me of its secret desires...I am telling it of my hot core, my aching vulva, it was trembling....I speak to your dick in pussy poetry.

 

[Marxist]

"Is that the letter I?," I ask.
"No," he says. "That is my passion for you growing."
"Ohhhhh," I said.

His passion grows enormous, speaking to me of its secret desires...I am telling it of my hot core, my aching vulva, it was trembling....I speak to your dick in pussy poetry.

I saw that very special episode of BLOSSOM. She had an ass on her for days...

 

[Olivianna]

Write me a love-sonnet with your cock-pen, I plead, and he says no, I want to plunge my sword into your sheath. Now. My bad day is really turning out well...he whisks me around, shoving the shampoo bottles off the little seat in the corner where he plops me down, in order to quell my thirst....it is difficult though so we try some new positions before saliva is soon being spread in the bedroom too...off to a bed where the plunging will be more comfortable...

 

[Rambling Rose]

Ghost writing takes a left turn.

 

[acitore_vuli]

.

 

[Rambling Rose]

Oh, there's more. I'm not finished. Am I?

 

[Olivianna]

"Here," he says. "Try this on." He hands me a red rubber clown nose and leather pasties. "My sweet honey vat, I've always wanted to be pierced in my nether regions with a hot rubber ball." I am shocked...what should I do, I think inside of my head...is this a dream that I am having while awake...I pop it on, fixing it to my face with Rhino-bond, and lube the sucker up...in the meantime massaging my pleasure button to the rhythm of our words, my hotness rising at the sound of the squish-squish, rub-rub.

 

[lovetoread]

my hotness rising at the sound of the squish-squish, rub-rub.

That does it to me too...

Heh...

 

[Marxist]

"Here," he says. "Try this on." He hands me a red rubber clown nose and leather pasties. "My sweet honey vat, I've always wanted to be pierced in my nether regions with a hot rubber ball." I am shocked...what should I do, I think inside of my head...is this a dream that I am having while awake...I pop it on, fixing it to my face with Rhino-bond, and lube the sucker up...in the meantime massaging my pleasure button to the rhythm of our words, my hotness rising at the sound of the squish-squish, rub-rub.

She lifted that directly from John Grisham.

 

[Rambling Rose]

Don't be jealous, Marxist. You too can write like this one day if you practice really hard and always keep your eyes on that star!