I usually delete spam emails without a second thought, but one caught my eye the other day and I feel it deserves recognition. If robots could write smutty romances, the following would be on my book-of-the-month club list. Happy Friday reading (with only a few grammatical edits)...
Annie was no help. She stood there, only authority draped lazily over and beyond her effrontery,her chest rising and falling slowly while she moaned softly. She wassoundless coming down off her genital high, drifting somewhere betweenauthenticity and her own little world.
How to fool carbon dating?
Betty was on her hands and knees, crawling, her eyes sizeable withterror. Brushing her big blonde hair, stretching her preferable armbehind her, she looked about for a run-out powder path. There wasnone.
Hank stood between her and the staircase, his long tract doubledin one hand. He had slipped it from his Levi's earlier. He doubled it,tapping the looped extreme lightly against sole thigh. Instant he was advancingtoward her, his eyes as much as possible, glistening with a crave Betty had even nowtounderstand. It was odd, whatever it was. She could meaning that,drift the growing animality in Hank's mind.
"I'm gonna tame you, baby. I'm gonna produce you one of my girls, knowthat? When I grow from stem to stern with you, you're gonna be like Annie,"Hanksaid, licking his lips like a desirous wolf while he tapped thatterrible-looking belt against his thigh steadily. That repulsive, rottenwolf-like look in his eyes made the woman quiver with horror. Raisingboth hands, she rubbed her fingers briskly against her human, sensationgoose-bumps rising. An outline from somewhere blew in every way her hair. Inthe background she could find out Annie's feeble predictable breathing. The freuleinwas line in his power. He was talking to her as if he werebringing her into some manner of harem.
"No, no, don't ... please don't spark off me with that thing," Bettymoaned, her eyes shifting toward the stairs, then rear to the belt. "It's gonna caress real nice. You won't be talented to sit to the coretoo innumerable classes as a replacement for a while." "No!" Betty gasped. Betty scrambled all like a fleshly, her big tits jiggling andslapping together. She half ran, half prostrate on the smooth reliablefloor. She had nearing made ithither the under age stud when he reached outand grabbed her by one arm. Twisting her round violently, Hank nearlyjerked her arm from its socket.
I guess we'll have to wait for the second installment...