write your own snippet of a trashy romance novel

[GooseBear]

As he looks at her milky white skin his groin shudders in excitement. His eyes travle the length of her long curvy legs. They are crossed in a smart manner. because of her short skirt he takes a slight peak, he notices she isn't wearing underwear. As she laughs her mouth opens and her straight sparkling teeth are wetted by her tounge.
She looks at him and gives him a wink with a flirtatious eyelash and then drowns her eyes in her martini glass.
His heart beats faster as the pulsating member in his levi jeans presses against the constraining fabric.
She slowly leaves her circle of beautiful friends and makes her way towards him. Walking past him she drops a napkin and with a flip of her hair walks out the door.
Wow he is excited this beautiful woman just left him a message on this white piece of glorious paper. He thinks to himself to remember to thank whoever invented the napkin.
As he bends down to pick up the napkin little known to him there is another women that is staring at his levi's.
She slowly feels a quiver through her love button as the man bends over to retrieve his dropped napkin. What a hottie she thinks. As soon as the man sits back down she walks over and wraps her arms around herself.
As the man opens the napkin his eyes can't believe what it says........................................ :p :D :eek: :eek: :eek:

[The C]

"I know what you did last summer!....

Now im gonna make you pay"

She grabs him by his belt buckle and pulls him out the bar into a dark back alley,
She's grinning the whole time,

The guy is to exceited to know what to think so he just lets himself be pulled into the long dark alley where.... :eek:

[GooseBear]

his intense eyes pierce her and she feels the hottness of his hands on her back. Grinning she drags him behind a dumpster where she proceeds to.........

[DrGonzo]

Before too long, she realized that she had once again been thinking of him...she didn't even know who this lonesome stranger was, but the sight of his broad, rippling shoulders as he worked on a fence near the edge of her father's ranch wouldn't leave her mind.

The new farmhand had only been working there for a few days, and had kept to himself for most of it. She recalled his name being Zeke, and she whispered it softly to herself as she pictured him again.

The image rose unbidden to her mind, the way he looked when he first rode up to the grand white house she called home; dusty from the trails, he had cantered to an easy stop, the horse seemingly his calm and willing servant as he left it standing. He removed his wide-brim hat as he dismounted, and shook some of the day's dust from his tousled, sandy-blond hair. She had been relaxing on a swing in the shade of the porch, reading a well-worn book, when the soft thump thump of his footfalls caused her to look up.

"Beggin your pardon, miss, but I heard in town there was room for a hand on this ranch?" He spoke softly, gazing into her eyes as he did so.

"Y-yes, my father was looking for some help...shall I fetch him for you?" she replied, stunned by the rugged handsomeness of this apparent wanderer. The book she had been so engrossed in was of no help to her situation, either; the heroine had only just professed her love, in a most graphic manner, to a man who fit this dusty stranger's description to a T.

"Well, that'd be plum lovely of you, ma'am, if you could. I've been riding in the sun most of the day, and I'd like to just rest my eyes for a moment."

She found it hard to believe, but he seemed to be interested in her as much as she was him. Shakily rising to her feet, she quickly went into the house, more to hide her blush than to find her father. Realizing that she didn't know his name, she ran back to the porch door, and saw the cowboy leafing through her novel.

Two thoughts floated across her mind. He can read! she thought to herself, I never would have thought it from him...

The second thought was the rememberance of where her bookmark lay.

Snatching the book from his hands, and blushing crimson, she stammerred, "I forgot to get your name before. Who do I say is visiting us today?"

"Well, folks call me Zeke, ma'am. I can wait out here for your father, if that'd be alright with you. And I won't tell him about your book, if'n you'd rather I didn't."

She turned a deeper shade of red, but couldn't help smiling at the twinkle in Zeke's eye. "I'll go and find my father for you, Zeke, it shouldn't take long."

[GooseBear]

ohhhh more gonzo ;)

[DrGonzo]

oh noes! I thought we were writing our own things here. crap. guess I read too many westerns...


Grinning she drags him behind a dumpster where she proceeds to......... slam him against the cold brick wall. "Did you think you were going to get away with this, you scumbag?" she snarled, shoving him forcefully, almost lifting him from the ground.

"But, but I don't even know who you are, lady!" the man stammered, genuine fear in his eyes. He wasn't the biggest guy around, but he went to the gym enough to know that he was far too big for this beautiful woman to be throwing around.

"No, you wouldn't, would you? I suppose I should expect that from somebody who uses women and leaves them behind like you do! Well maybe now, you can find out what its like to be used for sex." She let go of his shirt, allowing him to slide back to the ground. "Get your clothes off, mister. And be quick about it."

Clearly intimidated, and still not knowing who she was, he started unbuttoning his shirt. She certainly is gorgeous...I can't believe I would have let her go! But why don't I remember her? he thought to himself as he racked his brain for some clue. His shirt fluttered to the ground, and a smile crosser her face. She leaned over and

[GooseBear]

DrGonzo I like your style
Naw you can keep going with your western if you like! I liked it

[Ammie]

dont stop im almost there ;)

[DrGonzo]

hey goosebear, MSN me sometime, so we don't clutter up the forums...I'm sure I can write some more cowboy loving, but there will likely be pudding involved...

[GooseBear]

what is your addy?????

[Imotep]

She leaned over and

spat in his ear. Then, taking her time, savouring the sudden quickness of his breath, she pressed her digit to his earhole, pausing for a moment as he shuddered. she thrust her tounge deep in his canal as his leg spasmd with pleasure like a scratched hound. she slurped and dug his hole until it overflowed with frothy spit. she scooped the drool with 2 manicured fingers, nails blood red, and ladelled it onto his quivering bottom lip. he recoiled momentarily, but taken by the moment he suckled greedily at the offering, clinging to the dumpster.
"now worm" she commanded,

[DrGonzo]

"now worm" she commanded,
"Turn around. Put your hands up on the wall, and lean over." Nervously, still shaking from the previously stimulating invasion, he did as he was told. As he turned to face the bricks, he felt something cold tracing down his naked back. He couldn't tell what it was from the feel of it, but when he tried to turn and look at the object, it was lifted from his skin and brought back down with a resounding THWACK! Pain blossomed across his body; he had been to enough parties to recognize a riding crop. Good lord, what have I gotten myself into now? he wondered, as the leather began its slow, torturous journey across his back.

"Mmm...its been a while since I've had such a handsome toy to play with," the woman murmered devilishly. "I'll bet you're wondering where I learned this from, aren't you?" she asked as she gave him another solid strike across the back of his thigh; he felt it even through the tough denim of his jeans.

He was shaking now; the pain had brought back some memories of a girl he once knew; the girl who had taught him, rather forcefully, that pain could be just as much fun as pleasure.

"Please, please don't make me do this, not here, I can't..." he moaned, still facing the wall.

WHACK! "Can't what? You don't think you can take this little old whip of mine?" she asked. He heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper; still not daring to turn his head, he was nonetheless surprised to feel her breasts pressed against his back and her arms around his chest. Her cool skin felt agonizingly wonderful on his abused back, and he gasped aloud at the sensation. Her hands travelled across his bare front, and made their way down to the obscene bulge in his pants. Despite how much he hated admitting control, he knew that she would have her way with him tonight. Her hands stroked over his crotch gently, teasing him more than he could stand.

He felt her breath hot on his ear...


My msn is [email protected], GB; I'm working on some more of that cowboy story that I might post later (if its still appropriate by the time I'm done, that is)

[Imotep]

[QUOTE=DrGonzoHe felt her breath hot on his ear...[/QUOTE]

, it swept across the spit oasis like a dry desert wind. What felt like a well moisturised camel toe, massaged the back of his neck.