Tonight she was in a kinky mood,
She desperately wanted him under her hood.
They went to bed and turned off the light,
She pulled out her ‘present’; held the bottle tight.
She began pouring and he screamed grabbing his Willie,
For it wasn’t cherry she’d bought, it was chili.
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To my fans, this is my promise to you. A promise to help get this day into hindsight’s view. Something to make you smile. Something to entertain for a while. I hereby declare to use my skills to display - A new and creative short-story, for your pleasure, every single day!
© 2009 Ryan Brammen. All Rights Reserved.
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