And slowly, as you both undress, he picks you up, and puts you on the bed.
As you look up, you notice for the first time, the mirrored ceiling, allowing you to see every wrinkle of his sagging, fat backside. And then he enters you, moving slowly at first, but increasing in rhythm, finishing about two minutes later, collapsing on top of you, whispering in your ear your earlier promise of not selling your story to the Daily Mirror.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:18, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

You have put WAY too much thought into this.

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:19, Reply)

I could go on, if you like?

(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:21, Reply)

I'd *really* appreciate it if you didn't.

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:22, Reply)

I could throw in Rebekah Brooks if you like, for a bit of three-way fanfic action.

(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:22, Reply)

*grabs popcorn*

(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:23, Reply)

I think this needs a new thread.
Actually, I'll do that now and leave you lot to it, as I'm off home in five minutes.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:24, Reply)

I'll stretch to shagging a pensioner
but a ginger is just WRONG.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:24, Reply)

Y'see?
I was bloody right! You WOULD shag Murdoch!
(The Luggage is haunted..., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:25, Reply)

Not Murdoch.
Just my husband.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:32, Reply)