tunaplanet 0 #1 December 14, 2004 Bad romance novel similes His body was hard, not hard like Milosevic, the Serbian strongman, but hard like the marble on your shower floor, when you fall and bang your knee. Her breasts heaved like a stormy ocean, and her pointed nipples were like hypodermics washed up on the shore. He awoke my slumbering womanhood with his double tall loin latte. "Starbuck!" I cried. Her embrace made his manhood swell like week old road-kill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun. ...then he kissed her, like a butterfly kisses the windshield of a Porsche on the Autobahn. With his broad shoulders and slim waist, he was a yield sign -- yet she could NOT! He tore open her blouse like a Publisher's Clearing House letter in which he, and some guy named Steven Bouber from Stockton, California, were potential finalists for the ten million dollar prize. Like the wind, she ran, her breasts lurching like a motor boat over a wake, and then, as fluid as a fine imported transmission, she whipped out her man-organ and pissed away his dreams. Her sun-glazed back formed a golden arch as he moved his face toward her happy meal. With each breath, her chest heaved like a bulimic after Thanksgiving dinner. Forty-two Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
