Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Sex is like pizza...

The Bad Sex Writing awards are out, and there are some doozies.

I kissed his mouth ravenously, devouring his neck, earlobes, chest. He broke free with muscular ease, unhooked my bra with composed expertise, found my nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth until it went hard. His towel fell away. Sebastian's erect member was so big I mistook it for some sort of monument in the centre of a town. I almost started directing traffic around it.
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'Open your thighs,' he urged as he parted the folds of her vulva. 'You are so moist down there.'
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'Perhaps you'd like to take off your shorts.'
'Do I have to?'
'I think you do.'


Hott!