Not In The Mood To Post Today
With so many things not working out this past week or two I just can't bring myself to be funny today. I originally posted a story about gay parents who had to explain their lifestyle to their children but after re reading it I decided it was not up to my standard...so I deleted it.
Below you will find a prior post purely for reading enjoyment. If you get a little...you know...well then just go get a little. I have an entire book of this shit ready for publishing and thought I'd again throw you a little taste.
(Excerpt from "The Resort" from the book "From The Bored Room To The Bedroom")
The plane landed and as he walked down the steps to the tarmac he could feel the heat and the breeze off the ocean. The smell of exotic flowers drifted through the air and he breathed it in, filling his lungs with this sweet aroma.
As he entered the terminal a tall, lithe, stunningly beautiful dark haired girl, most likely in her late twenties, walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips. It happened so fast he couldn’t even react. She had come to escort him to the resort and explained to him that she would be his ‘personal assistant’ for the duration of his stay. He followed her out of the building to a slick looking fiery red convertible parked at the curb.
She knew who he was from their background check. Anyone coming into the resort was run through a computer check for security reasons and then scrutinized by a committee. Although he was not their ideal candidate they had made an exception for him because of his friend Derek’s recommendation.
Normally they tried not to cater to those in the law business for various reasons but she had been part of the decision committee this time and she liked how he looked in the photo she’d been faxed. She’d also decided to make him her personal assignment.
As they drove, she explained to him that she would be there to serve him day and night should he wish for anything. For the extra money he’d paid for the room, he’d expected some perks, but he’d never anticipated this.
He looked at her as she drove. Her skin was golden from the sun. Her long dark hair blew around her face and every so often she lifted her hand to brush it back so she could see the road. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses she wore. Her lips were painted a pale shade of pink. Her breasts were barely concealed in the little top she wore and he could see that her nipples were hard under the thin layer of material. If he’d had a few more drinks on the plane he might very well have reached over and caressed them as they cruised along the coastline.
What he didn’t know was that she would have enjoyed it if he did. The skirt she had on, short as it was, had slid up over her thighs as she moved her foot from the gas to the brake peddle. Her legs were spread just enough that he could see she was not wearing underwear. He felt his...
Okay, this is where you have to let your imagination kick in. For the rest of the story you'll just have to wait for the book to come out.
Below you will find a prior post purely for reading enjoyment. If you get a little...you know...well then just go get a little. I have an entire book of this shit ready for publishing and thought I'd again throw you a little taste.
(Excerpt from "The Resort" from the book "From The Bored Room To The Bedroom")
The plane landed and as he walked down the steps to the tarmac he could feel the heat and the breeze off the ocean. The smell of exotic flowers drifted through the air and he breathed it in, filling his lungs with this sweet aroma.
As he entered the terminal a tall, lithe, stunningly beautiful dark haired girl, most likely in her late twenties, walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips. It happened so fast he couldn’t even react. She had come to escort him to the resort and explained to him that she would be his ‘personal assistant’ for the duration of his stay. He followed her out of the building to a slick looking fiery red convertible parked at the curb.
She knew who he was from their background check. Anyone coming into the resort was run through a computer check for security reasons and then scrutinized by a committee. Although he was not their ideal candidate they had made an exception for him because of his friend Derek’s recommendation.
Normally they tried not to cater to those in the law business for various reasons but she had been part of the decision committee this time and she liked how he looked in the photo she’d been faxed. She’d also decided to make him her personal assignment.
As they drove, she explained to him that she would be there to serve him day and night should he wish for anything. For the extra money he’d paid for the room, he’d expected some perks, but he’d never anticipated this.
He looked at her as she drove. Her skin was golden from the sun. Her long dark hair blew around her face and every so often she lifted her hand to brush it back so she could see the road. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses she wore. Her lips were painted a pale shade of pink. Her breasts were barely concealed in the little top she wore and he could see that her nipples were hard under the thin layer of material. If he’d had a few more drinks on the plane he might very well have reached over and caressed them as they cruised along the coastline.
What he didn’t know was that she would have enjoyed it if he did. The skirt she had on, short as it was, had slid up over her thighs as she moved her foot from the gas to the brake peddle. Her legs were spread just enough that he could see she was not wearing underwear. He felt his...
Okay, this is where you have to let your imagination kick in. For the rest of the story you'll just have to wait for the book to come out.
posted by jbwritergirl at 8:19 PM
7 Comments:
This was entertaining. We look forward to having you return. Hoping you are well, back soon bright eyed and bushy tailed. Perhaps, at least for a moment, smiling.
Not in the mood to comment today. Just kidding. Take a break. Kick back with your beverage of choice. That'll get the creative juices flowing again....
Hey there Jacqui.... thanks for the comment on my site: did you get the e-mail I sent you with the very stupid jokes? they were meant to try to cheer you up. But after I clicked on send, nothing happened, so I don't know if you received it....
don't make me write that silly limmerick again!
Hope today brings a smile to your day and some humor to your soul.
♥ ~mo
Thank you all for your hopeful comments. I will post later today. Just had one of those really off days. Morgan I did not get your e-mail but thank you for trying to lift my spirits. It's appreciated.
Jacqui
well, another bad joke lost into the internet ether.
It basically started as...
there once was a chick from Nantucket
whose clit was so long she could ---
then I realized neither of us were really gonna be into lesbian limmericks!
but it's the thought that counts -- and you won't find my little
limmerick on any Hallmark card!!!!
♥ ~mo
He felt his trip back to Realityville was going to really be depressing and would unfortunately be a trip too fast and too short -- just like his hard-on.
Nice scene build-up. I'm wishing you the best in your writing so I can ride your coat tails.
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