Sunday was the latest post towards our ongoing, collaborative writing efforts to create some truly bad erotica. I’ve spent some time laughing at the words my lovely writing partners have come up with. Wednesday is my turn again and my wheels are turning. I wonder if it is finally time for someone to get naked…
In case you missed P.J’s last post, here it is:
She hailed a taxi and dropped like a brick…
…when who but Slayde Huntington IV himself appeared at her side!
“Hi Milly, what a coincidence.” That smooth tone, those bulging biceps. Her heart raced and she felt wetness in her panties. “Wanna share a taxi?”
“Oh Slayde, would that even be possible?” she asked, thrusting her well-proportioned nipples in his direction.
His greedy eyes slid to her generous cleavage and his eyes sparkled in a “I want to…”
Why was Slade outside her apartment? Will her breasts ever be free of that blouse? Did she really wet herself? Stayed tuned for more Milly antics…
Personally, I don’t think breasts like hers should ever be freed 😀