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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Do they still publish these books?

Imagine a swingers addition lol

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

yes they do - have seen them in Asda x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yes they do and that would be a good idea for a book I wonder who would write it.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

if we all wrote a page that would be good

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston

Get Stu to write it, as long as he doesn't include Fugy lol

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Excellent move Janelle - shall I ask admin to remove mine LOL

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Just realised keep yours open I'll get admin to close this one

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Just messaged admin to get it closed

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yeah right!!!

You do know the young, innocent *snigger* heroine doesn't drop her knickers at the first "fancy a fuck" so how would you old tarts fill the other 150 pages!

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston


"Yeah right!!!

You do know the young, innocent *snigger* heroine doesn't drop her knickers at the first "fancy a fuck" so how would you old tarts fill the other 150 pages! "

it's a VERY short book!!!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

If he said "fancy a fuck" in a smouldering way. Then it could work.

She/he was a young tranny who'd never been kissed. He looked at her/him cupped her/his face in his hands and whispered "fancy a fuck" she/he was in lust but was it too soon to fuck him instead she/he whispered back you can have ass instead.

see that's proper romance

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat.......

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

sorry for typos Im going out now and rushed it lol!!!! laters thanks for the banter xxxx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat......."

that's more like it lol netty

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"If he said "fancy a fuck" in a smouldering way. Then it could work.

She/he was a young tranny who'd never been kissed. He looked at her/him cupped her/his face in his hands and whispered "fancy a fuck" she/he was in lust but was it too soon to fuck him instead she/he whispered back you can have ass instead.

see that's proper romance "

Haa haa haa haa hey Janelle I could flog that to Hollywood for adaption into the next Jennifer Aniston film!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Who'd play Drake?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat......."

No, no, no! The eyes are always "limpid pools" and never, EVER does his manhood dig anywhere!

Good God woman...*Sassy swoons*

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Who'd play Drake? "

Fabio

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By *obletonMan
over a year ago

A Home Among The Woodland Creatures


"Who'd play Drake?

Fabio "

nah!

Walljoe

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Who'd play Drake?

Fabio "

Yes fabio is good. Can he do smouldering though?

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Who'd play Drake?

Fabio

nah!

Walljoe"

That's made me spit my wine everywhere.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I've chosen Drake already.... I have chosen Kane.... I have chosen the fly in the ointment who I am going to call.............

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DEVINE!!!!!!!!!

Watch this space for the next thrilling instalment.... (gotta go shoppin' in a mo lol) I am sure you will recognise a few more characters along the way .... Sassy can be the editor lol.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I've chosen Drake already.... I have chosen Kane.... I have chosen the fly in the ointment who I am going to call.............

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DEVINE!!!!!!!!!

Watch this space for the next thrilling instalment.... (gotta go shoppin' in a mo lol) I am sure you will recognise a few more characters along the way .... Sassy can be the editor lol.

pleeeeze make jan the heroine!!

This has got best seller written all over it!

Who's going to ring richard and judy?

xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I've chosen Drake already.... I have chosen Kane.... I have chosen the fly in the ointment who I am going to call.............

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DEVINE!!!!!!!!!

Watch this space for the next thrilling instalment.... (gotta go shoppin' in a mo lol) I am sure you will recognise a few more characters along the way .... Sassy can be the editor lol.

pleeeeze make jan the heroine!!

This has got best seller written all over it!

Who's going to ring richard and judy?

xx

"

Now I was thinking Oprah!

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By *ornwall-maleMan
over a year ago

newquay

first off i want the first copy of the press!

and can i play a part pleassseeeeee! lol x

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

We will find parts for all this can be our very own panto mills and boon style.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I used to love the mills and boon books , when i was young and daft and thought guys were really like that...

the type that made you "swoon" with passion and love.

Then i grew up and saw the error of my ways

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By *oDownEasyMan
over a year ago

Ayrshire


"She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat......."

'Oh,Im sorry' said Drake, 'this has never happened to me before. Can we try again in a bit?'

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I used to love the mills and boon books , when i was young and daft and thought guys were really like that...

the type that made you "swoon" with passion and love.

Then i grew up and saw the error of my ways "

I believed the fairy tale - heaving bosums and swooning too - until the age of 44...I'm 50!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat.......

'Oh,Im sorry' said Drake, 'this has never happened to me before. Can we try again in a bit?'"

Oi!!! No re-writes yet!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Devine could feel the wet patch through Drakes trousers. She did feel sorry for him. He looked so embarrassed. He reassured her it was a one off.

But she was going to keep him waiting she wasn't a swinging floosy she was Devine. No other like her.

She kissed him on his forehead and said she would call. She walked away turning to look at drake once more. He was sobbing. Premature ejaculation had never happened to him before. He felt useless. Devine would tell everyone especially her sister dassy. Drake had once persued Dassy but she turned him down. His ass wasn't buff enough. She wanted a real man. Dassy broke his heart now he had Devine but could he keep his mind off Dassy. Was it Dassy that had caused this premature ejaculation was it his yearning for her.

The tale continues....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I used to love the mills and boon books , when i was young and daft and thought guys were really like that...

the type that made you "swoon" with passion and love.

Then i grew up and saw the error of my ways "

I had a mills and boon type book on my pile in English class and the teacher wa in full swing and glanced down at my desk. Seh really embarassed me wavign it in the air calling it rubbish and asked me how I ever expected to learn anything.

I said when my nana left school at the age of ten unable to read and write properly to look after her 13 siblings (as was the norm in the depression) romance novels were the only things poor people could get their hands on and the written word is the written word and my nana learned to read with a lot of 'trashy books - but she learned to read. English teacher had the good grace to shut up but she still told me off for being 'cheeky'.

Anyway.......

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Devine's face clouded with anger as she witnessed Drake's passion for 'that foolish wimp of a woman' he had recently employed to look after his children since his wife passed away with consumption just six short months ago. Howe dare she tempt him with her flashing eyes and haughty air.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, as she watched him kiss every inch of Cherchaines (hahahah, poetic license) exposed bosom. She could see the passion and the struggle. But was it a struggle? Drake seemed to be enjoying it. That hussy had him in her power. Little did she know what had passed earlier. She was way off the mark more way off the mark than a forumite in a timewaster thread.....

Devine leapt from her horse (not easy as she was tucked up pretty tight) and strode over to the open stable door. She slapped her riding crop against an old mangle hanging on a peg, stood, legs akimbo staring at the disheaveled pair. The noise pierced the silence of the evening air

Drake looked up and smiled sardonically at Devine.

"Ah my dear sister, how inopportune of you to call at such a late hour", he laughed.

"The cock has barely crowed!" snapped Devine and here you are cannodling in the hay. Just what sort of cliche do you think you're getting yourself into?" sneered Devine.

Cherchaine gathered her torn blousette (I dunno what one is either) around her and fled from the barn, pushing Devine out of her way.

Drake took a couple of steps forward to try and catch his recently devoured prey but she was too swift. He noticed the tears in her eyes as she ran off into the gathering dusk in one stride he was beside Devine. He grabbed his sister by the throat. His thumb stroking her adams apple which bulged nervously in his grasp.

"I should have dealt with you years ago dear sister, when I had the chance. Do not cross me again because I know your secret and I am not afarid to bring you to ruination if it should ever get out" he threatened. Little bits of spit were coming out of his mouth and Devine was wondering if she could catch anything from this errant bodily fluid...

Neither of them heard the splish splashing of lathered water in the tub outside of the stables. Someone was taking an evening bath someone who could lie full length in a little tub.... w

Who could be listening in on Drake and Devines secret..........

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston

LMFAO at your final paragraph and just got beer up my nose!!!!!

Unfortunately, can't explain to the boys in the pub exactly what is IS I am laughing at

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She was was listening to them having their way. She was angry but turned on too. So she started playing with her cock. No way was they going to get all the fun. No one was going to spoil Tiffanys time in the tub.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

LOL this is like Sliding Doors!!!!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Sorry am I fucking up the story

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By *ornwall-maleMan
over a year ago

newquay

arent you meant to be fucking in the story lol x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Sorry am I fucking up the story "

Nooooo Siding Doors is one of my fave movies!!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"She looked up through her heavy fringe her eyes pools of deepest emerald and flashed her tiny white teeth at him. "You will never have what you want, while I still breath!" she turned on her heel and he caught her in his arms. His eyes dark with fury he tore her blouse open and sunk his mouth hungriuly into her breasts.

"I'll take what I want" he graoned heavily wrapping his arms harder around her waist.

"No no Drake..." She felt his manhood digging in her thigh and felt herself arching closer as he butterfly kissed her white throat.......

'Oh,Im sorry' said Drake, 'this has never happened to me before. Can we try again in a bit?'"

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I used to love the mills and boon books , when i was young and daft and thought guys were really like that...

the type that made you "swoon" with passion and love.

Then i grew up and saw the error of my ways

I had a mills and boon type book on my pile in English class and the teacher wa in full swing and glanced down at my desk. Seh really embarassed me wavign it in the air calling it rubbish and asked me how I ever expected to learn anything.

I said when my nana left school at the age of ten unable to read and write properly to look after her 13 siblings (as was the norm in the depression) romance novels were the only things poor people could get their hands on and the written word is the written word and my nana learned to read with a lot of 'trashy books - but she learned to read. English teacher had the good grace to shut up but she still told me off for being 'cheeky'.

Anyway......."

I used to like the Beano.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Hiding next to the stable, out of sight,Cherchaine could feel her heart beating in her milky white bosom, flawless with the exception of a tiny mole next to it. How this lathered mole had managed to climb out of such a big bath tub was beyond anyones imagination. She could hear Drake and Devine arguing in the stable but she couldn't make out the words.

She strained in the darkness but had to stop as she didn't want a nasty accident soiling her underskirts and bloomers. Goodness knows how she would wash out any mystery ingredients that aren't really piss emmitting from her wetness...

She heard a resounding crack (a bit like Ants or was it Decs?) and glanced round the corner to see Drake holding his face. He had just been delivered a manly blow from his sister. Devine, unperturbed, was straightening her crotch. There was no mistaking her anger.

"Touch me again, Drake and everyone will know YOUR secret!" she spat. Drake moved forward again but tripped over a carelessly discarded Benson and Hedges fag packet. He bent down to inspect it further. He only smoked those cheroot thingies that nobody quite knows what they are. He fingered the packet questiongly while he watched Devine stride across to her horse, which was champing at the bit of ass in the next field.

Meanwhile in her fright, Cherchaine ran towards the light of the scullery door. She was panting and all a quivver by now. Sitting at the table was a handsome stranger. In one hand he held an enormous pasty and in the other was a list of wedding bans almost three feet long.

He sunk his head into his hands and slurped from a tankard in his other hand, while using his other hand to hold onto the back of a chair to steady himself. He raised another hand in greeting to Cherchaine. He was obviously d*unk.

" oo-arrhhhh. Just what have oi gotten moiself into?" he wept........

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Hiding next to the stable, out of sight,Cherchaine could feel her heart beating in her milky white bosom, flawless with the exception of a tiny mole next to it. How this lathered mole had managed to climb out of such a big bath tub was beyond anyones imagination. She could hear Drake and Devine arguing in the stable but she couldn't make out the words.

She strained in the darkness but had to stop as she didn't want a nasty accident soiling her underskirts and bloomers. Goodness knows how she would wash out any mystery ingredients that aren't really piss emmitting from her wetness...

She heard a resounding crack (a bit like Ants or was it Decs?) and glanced round the corner to see Drake holding his face. He had just been delivered a manly blow from his sister. Devine, unperturbed, was straightening her crotch. There was no mistaking her anger.

"Touch me again, Drake and everyone will know YOUR secret!" she spat. Drake moved forward again but tripped over a carelessly discarded Benson and Hedges fag packet. He bent down to inspect it further. He only smoked those cheroot thingies that nobody quite knows what they are. He fingered the packet questiongly while he watched Devine stride across to her horse, which was champing at the bit of ass in the next field.

Meanwhile in her fright, Cherchaine ran towards the light of the scullery door. She was panting and all a quivver by now. Sitting at the table was a handsome stranger. In one hand he held an enormous pasty and in the other was a list of wedding bans almost three feet long.

He sunk his head into his hands and slurped from a tankard in his other hand, while using his other hand to hold onto the back of a chair to steady himself. He raised another hand in greeting to Cherchaine. He was obviously d*unk.

" oo-arrhhhh. Just what have oi gotten moiself into?" he wept........

"

Hahaha is the full version available in hardback ?

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over a year ago

“I know EXACTLY what you have gotten yourself into!” Boomed a voice louder than Brian Blessed in a tunnel.

Cherchaine and the Cornish man of many hands turned and gasped at the magnificent specimen of a woman standing in their midst. She was a presence of strength and might stronger than your mam and nana put together. Her dark brown eyes were huge and fiery. Her lips full and gorgeous, slathed in blood red lipstick to match her talons, which were filed to a neat point with a diamond encrusted emerald at the tip of each one. Her skin was dusky and shone with a shininess that indicated purity, but hid the true meaning of her whole being. Her hair (what you could see of it) hung in glossy black curls around her Audrey Hepburn jawline. On her head she wore a barristers wig and was swathed in a black gown that respected her authoriteh. Underneath the robes she was completely naked - apart from the things she had on. Which included a red leather basque and matching thong with pure silk stockings and spiked suspenders. Complete with red Mary Jane shoes and surprisingly sensible Cuban heel.

“I stand before you, pasty man. Not as a simple lawyer. I am the prosecution. I am the defence. I am the judge AND the executioner! I am the infamous Miss Charlise Bassey-Jones and I shall make you quake before me!” roared the magnificent court clad comedienne and part-time law enforcer.

Miss Bassey-Jones said what she liked and she liked what she bloody well said, which confirmed her suspected Yorkshire roots. For she was the love child of Charlie Williams, renowned and sadly dead Northern comedian and she was her fathers daughter. Funny but cruel. As for being her mothers daughter nobody was really sure. It was rumoured she was the egg of the Whitley Bay singing tigeress Shorley Bassey mixed with Williams seed and grown in the womb of Amazonian singer/actress and sadistic dominatrix, Lace Jones. Her bloodstock made those who felt the scathing of her tongue shake in their martinis.

Cherchaine watched the proceedings and felt yet another attack of the vapours. She really must put the lid back onto her jar of Vicks a lot more tighter. She now knew who the pasty man was. He was betrothed to no less than forty different unsuspecting women from Forumite, a small hamlet near to Spalding-cum-Hardly and they had all hired Miss Bassey-Jones to prosecute then punish the handsome lothario. Everyone felt there was really no defence.

All of a sudden there was a muffled sound from a nearby cupboard. “Fmummmah!” came the noise. “What the hell is that?” quizzed Miss Bassey-Jones, striding over to the press. “Fmummahhhh!” it said again. Cherchaine rushed passed the fearsome barrister and tugged at the press door. Inside was crouched some sort of little schoolboy in blazer and short pants. Across his mouth was a huge grey strip of Gaffer tape. Cherchaine tugged at one corner and the little schoolboy yelped out in pain

“FFFFFFFFFandabidoze!!!” he cried."I'm free". Leaping to his feet he grabbed a half consumed bottle of vodka (hmmmm better make that an empty bottle of vodka or there will be tears) and brought it crashing down into the ebony locks of Cherchaine who didn’t know what had hit her.

“You’re for it now cried a little lathery voice from a nearby washing up bowl. “ Here comes Drake!!!!!!” And his bird is unconscious!”

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston

HE??? ya bitch lmfao!! (seriously crying with laughter here)

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"HE??? ya bitch lmfao!! (seriously crying with laughter here) "

Me too lol

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Hahahaha , drops guitar in fits of laughter , brilliant

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over a year ago


"Hiding next to the stable, out of sight,Cherchaine could feel her heart beating in her milky white bosom, flawless with the exception of a tiny mole next to it. How this lathered mole had managed to climb out of such a big bath tub was beyond anyones imagination. She could hear Drake and Devine arguing in the stable but she couldn't make out the words.

She strained in the darkness but had to stop as she didn't want a nasty accident soiling her underskirts and bloomers. Goodness knows how she would wash out any mystery ingredients that aren't really piss emmitting from her wetness...

She heard a resounding crack (a bit like Ants or was it Decs?) and glanced round the corner to see Drake holding his face. He had just been delivered a manly blow from his sister. Devine, unperturbed, was straightening her crotch. There was no mistaking her anger.

"Touch me again, Drake and everyone will know YOUR secret!" she spat. Drake moved forward again but tripped over a carelessly discarded Benson and Hedges fag packet. He bent down to inspect it further. He only smoked those cheroot thingies that nobody quite knows what they are. He fingered the packet questiongly while he watched Devine stride across to her horse, which was champing at the bit of ass in the next field.

Meanwhile in her fright, Cherchaine ran towards the light of the scullery door. She was panting and all a quivver by now. Sitting at the table was a handsome stranger. In one hand he held an enormous pasty and in the other was a list of wedding bans almost three feet long.

He sunk his head into his hands and slurped from a tankard in his other hand, while using his other hand to hold onto the back of a chair to steady himself. He raised another hand in greeting to Cherchaine. He was obviously d*unk.

" oo-arrhhhh. Just what have oi gotten moiself into?" he wept........

Hahaha is the full version available in hardback ? "

bareback more like!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Sorry am I fucking up the story

Nooooo Siding Doors is one of my fave movies!!"

Your the better story writer you've had me in fookin stitches sweets.

The ladys a genuis x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Disclaimer: The chartacters and events contained herewith are ficticious and any attempts to take any form of retribution legal or otherwise will be seen as a violation of poetic license belonging to Geordies with French sounding names or their chattels. Unless given in writing within 2 seconds of any offending material being submitted.

So there.

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over a year ago


"Hiding next to the stable, out of sight,Cherchaine could feel her heart beating in her milky white bosom, flawless with the exception of a tiny mole next to it. How this lathered mole had managed to climb out of such a big bath tub was beyond anyones imagination. She could hear Drake and Devine arguing in the stable but she couldn't make out the words.

She strained in the darkness but had to stop as she didn't want a nasty accident soiling her underskirts and bloomers. Goodness knows how she would wash out any mystery ingredients that aren't really piss emmitting from her wetness...

She heard a resounding crack (a bit like Ants or was it Decs?) and glanced round the corner to see Drake holding his face. He had just been delivered a manly blow from his sister. Devine, unperturbed, was straightening her crotch. There was no mistaking her anger.

"Touch me again, Drake and everyone will know YOUR secret!" she spat. Drake moved forward again but tripped over a carelessly discarded Benson and Hedges fag packet. He bent down to inspect it further. He only smoked those cheroot thingies that nobody quite knows what they are. He fingered the packet questiongly while he watched Devine stride across to her horse, which was champing at the bit of ass in the next field.

Meanwhile in her fright, Cherchaine ran towards the light of the scullery door. She was panting and all a quivver by now. Sitting at the table was a handsome stranger. In one hand he held an enormous pasty and in the other was a list of wedding bans almost three feet long.

He sunk his head into his hands and slurped from a tankard in his other hand, while using his other hand to hold onto the back of a chair to steady himself. He raised another hand in greeting to Cherchaine. He was obviously d*unk.

" oo-arrhhhh. Just what have oi gotten moiself into?" he wept........

"

How many hands as he got or is he an octopus

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"

How many hands as he got or is he an octopus "

Wait and see!!!!

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