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50 Blades of Gay–You didn’t write that! contest continues
Sep
Ooohhhh! That Kyle Katz!
You can always count on her to hang out in the alphabet between the letters W and Y.
And here she titillates once more, with her take on our contest You Didn’t Write That!
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Fifty Shades Of Nay!
By Kyle Katz
“Stop It. Just stop it. What do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought I was doing what you ask me too.”
“I never ask you to do that.”
“First of all the lights are out, it’s too damn dark to see anything.”
“The animal sounds–did you really think that would do it?”
“That thing you are wearing, it feels disgusting.”
“Those damn beads… just better be my necklace.”
“But I was only trying to do…”
“To do WHAT , you pervert.”
He turns on the lights, and hands her the paper. “You didn’t write this?”
Makes me wanna put on my own shades and walk in the sun near the towers that are A Word with You Press.
Who could? At least according to my wife. I have warned her the beads and the dark of night will bring her to her limit, but she smiles and begins another chapter. Oh well, I will keep to the Irish poetry and say my rosaries. Way to go, Kyle. Your imagination is rampart. As if I didn’t know.
Doing my job Michael. Just need more comedy in our lives.I wrote this late at night. I had a long day! Kids, open house. My son was up reading Ed Coonce’s East Hell stories. He wouldn’t go to bed or relinquish the book. What was I to do. After I wrote this, I was laughing…. Then I ask Thorn to hold on to it until I was sane.(like that was going to happen) I guess he gave up on my sanity. And Yes, I do say my prayers. I don’t know what you mean, “will bring her to her limit.” So I’ll ponder.
Hold on to what???
The whip I mailed You!
Looks more like a riding crop
What is this closet thing with Kyle anyway
Oh my I can’t stop laughing…like I said you skirt the edges and then slap the reader along side the head with wake up words…I love this….who wants to be sane anyway?
Diane, Nothing like the sound of your laughter. I guess i’ll continue to write at night. In the day,I’m much to sensible.
Raise your hand if that’s YOUR Saturday night!
*crickets chirp*
…Erm, heh, heh. Naughty, naughty and lord is it nice ^_~
I’m not raising my hand in public. I’m just sayin…
…. oh I get it… had to read it again! I’m so slow sometimes. Very cute… sometimes our best writing flows when we are a bit on the edge!!
Shameless plug, here. In The Boy with a Torn Hat, a woman scolds the hero of the story for always pushing the envelope. “Why do you do that! Why do always insist on loving on the edge!” to which he replies “Because the best view is always from the edge.”
(Raises a shaky paw)….:P
haha, this was really fun. The not near miss and the complete disembowlment of the sex machine in the glaring shock lights of ‘what the hell?’
Hilarity must perchance ensue:)