faster pussycat... type! type!

It was the white on black action she craved. Or sometimes, yellow on black. She loved everything about the road, the vibration, the speed, the tricky little sports cars moving in and out of slow going semi-trucks and mini-vans. She had always had a bit of the old wander lust.

He stormed out of traffic court humiliated. He was quick in trying to get this woman's license revoked for good, so quick he never bothered to spell check his affadavit. Now the Judge wanted to know if the District Attorney really meant that Officer Brown handcuffed Jodi with "lust cause."

Winters came, marking the end of the year and there is little damage that can be discerned, but as the years fade the ware becomes obvious. Time moved forward. He moved forward. This was inevitable. The end waits patiently for him, and for you and me. The trick he found was not to miser the days. Today is the only day that matters, this minute, this second. So he played “Prison Bound” at top volume, while drinking red wine and cough syrup. The same questions in his mind, where did he put his hash pipe, and why was he wearing only one slipper.

She look seductively into his eyes, licking her moist rosy lips with perfect skill. Running her right hand down his chest, her touch sending electrifying pulses throughout is body. He felt a blush on his cheeks as he realized that his lust for her new PowerBook had been so obvious.

wonderful job everyone! yay!

Shall I do another play on the cupcake theme? Sure, why the hell not...

She tossed wildly in her bed. She could not get him out of her head. She knew exactly what he was wearing the last time she saw him. She craved his smile. Suddenly she realized: it wasn’t the clerk she was lusting for, it was those delectable Babycakes he sold.