Kevin's Watch

Vain wrote:Orgiastically so

Seareach wrote:

Vain wrote:Orgiastically so

Well...I looked that up on dictionary.com just to check what you actually meant....

Inventive Love

Cameraman Jenn finished packing. Ever since Gil Galad, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Cameraman Jenn had been liberal.

There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing caressed her, all was naughty. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going at the base of the waterfall to become a sneaky fuzzy wash mitt.

Just then, there was a perky knock at the door. Cameraman Jenn opened it and stood there purringly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her torso.

When Cameraman Jenn came to, Gil Galad was holding her head and looking generous. "My love," Gil Galad said emphatically, "I'm sorry for the sinuous shock. I've been shipwrecked on a slick island for the last ten years, living like the scent of new mown grass brings back memories of youth. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my buttock in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Cameraman Jenn could hardly believe her Gil Galad had returned. "I will always love you, buttock or no buttock. Besides, you can cover it up with a lubricant."

They embraced enthusiastically and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was lurid.

To Sensually Caress

Cameraman Jenn and Gil Galad were celebrating a naughty Valentine's Day together. Cameraman Jenn had cooked a perky dinner and they ate at the base of the waterfall by candlelight.

"My darling," Gil Galad said, stroking Cameraman Jenn's buttock, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Cameraman Jenn. "It is but an inventive token of my liberal love."

Cameraman Jenn opened the box. Inside was a generous massage oil! She gazed at it languidly. Then she gazed at Gil Galad languidly. "It's sneaky," Cameraman Jenn said. "Come here and let me caress you."

Just then, a lurid crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the scent of new mown grass brings back memories of youth. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a sinuous voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Gil Galad read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."

They stared at each other enthusiastically as the crone cackled some more. Cameraman Jenn's head began to tremble. Then Gil Galad shrugged, pulled out a fuzzy wash mitt, and hit the crone on her torso. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Cameraman Jenn said and kissed Gil Galad purringly. "This is a slick Valentine's Day!"

They emphatically burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they caressed each other all night long.

A Naughty Day To Caress

Cameraman Jenn stepped purringly out into the sinuous sunshine, and admired Gil Galad's buttock. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a slick sight."

Gil Galad climbed off the fuzzy wash mitt and walked languidly across the grass to greet his lover. Cameraman Jenn patted Gil Galad on the torso and then tried to caress him emphatically, but without success.

"That's all right," Gil Galad said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not liberal," Cameraman Jenn. "Not as liberal as the time we caressed at the base of the waterfall."

Gil Galad nodded enthusiastically. "We were sneaky back in those days."

"Our heads were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Cameraman Jenn said. "Everything seems inventive and lurid when you're young."

"Of course," Gil Galad said. "But now we're perky, we can still have fun. If we go about it sensually."

"Sensually?" Cameraman Jenn said . "But how?"

"With this," Gil Galad said and held out a generous massage oil. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to caress."

Cameraman Jenn swallowed the massage oil at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to caress sensually. They caressed like the scent of new mown grass brings back memories of youth. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

Vacuous Love

Beelzebub finished packing. Ever since Sea Witch, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Beelzebub had been unbecoming.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing licked him, all was womanly. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the bed to become a worthless tyrant.

Just then, there was a painstaking knock at the door. Beelzebub opened it and stood there cruelly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his chest.

When Beelzebub came to, Sea Witch was holding his neck and looking rambunctious. "My love," Sea Witch said reluctantly, "I'm sorry for the voracious shock. I've been shipwrecked on a sordid island for the last ten years, living waves clashed brilliantly with the water. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my ass in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Beelzebub could hardly believe his Sea Witch had returned. "I will always love you, ass or no ass. Besides, you can cover it up with a fever."

They embraced obediently and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was statuesque.

To Loudly Lick

Beelzebub and Sea Witch were celebrating a painstaking Valentine's Day together. Beelzebub had cooked an unbecoming dinner and they ate under the bed by candlelight.

"My darling," Sea Witch said, stroking Beelzebub's ass, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Beelzebub. "It is but a vacuous token of my worthless love."

Beelzebub opened the box. Inside was a sordid runt! He gazed at it reluctantly. Then he gazed at Sea Witch reluctantly. "It's rambunctious," Beelzebub said. "Come here and let me lick you."

Just then, a statuesque crone sprang out of hiding and cackled waves clashed brilliantly with the water. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a voracious voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Sea Witch read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other cruelly as the crone cackled some more. Beelzebub's neck began to tremble. Then Sea Witch shrugged, pulled out a fever, and hit the crone on her chest. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Beelzebub said and kissed Sea Witch obediently. "This is a womanly Valentine's Day!"

They vivaciously burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they licked each other all night long.

Seareach wrote:There was only two definitions...either way, I booked a ticket for both Elfy and me!!!!!

To Yearningly Poke

Seareach and Vain were celebrating a fannyable Valentine's Day together. Seareach had cooked a fannylicious dinner and they ate in the castle by candlelight.

"My darling," Vain said, stroking Seareach's fanny, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Seareach. "It is but a fanny-like token of my fannyite love."

Seareach opened the box. Inside was a fannyorable fanny! She gazed at it cheekily. Then she gazed at Vain cheekily. "It's fannyunderful," Seareach said. "Come here and let me poke you."

Just then, a fannytastic crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a warm tight fanny brings joy to Vain. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a fannytabulous voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Vain read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."

They stared at each other huskily as the crone cackled some more. Seareach's fanny began to tremble. Then Vain shrugged, pulled out a fanny, and hit the crone on her fanny. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Seareach said and kissed Vain throatily. "This is a fannyfilled Valentine's Day!"

They fannily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they poked each other all night long.

And then they poked each other all night long.

danlo wrote:

And then they poked each other all night long.

Ouch! That's gotta hurt!