In Memoriam -- Nov. 4, 1995 -- Yet Another Depressing MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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CherryRaySue GTABA (cont)

“ I didn’t bag her. I told you! Can you give it a rest now?” cried Denemir. He and Boromir were walking the woods near Mt Kolunaluna.
Boromir turned to him. “You must decide, Dene-mine, if you are seeking the love of men or the feckless and arbitrary desires of wantons. Who gives you the best mushrooms, Denemir? Who can make you cry from satisfaction?” Boromir stroked his beard and gazed off into the distance, his broad shoulders taut against his puffy shirt. Denemir quivered at the thought of those hands on his body. Last night Boromir had been savage with him, and he have loved every minute of it.
“You are angry with me, Boromir. I am sorry. But to lay with such a woman-that is a great thing in our land, is it not? The legends all say—“
“The legends lie. It’s a mistranslation of a mistranslation of a dead language. They say that a red-haired female will bring great changes. Nowhere does it way she brings great good. She brings a great evil here. Gondorians love men. That is their way. Women are used for breeding stock only. You know this. We must away.” And he strode up the Mt Kolunluna. Denemir tried to ignore the stiffy in his breeches; in the mood Borormi was in, there was no chance of spilling manjuice, besides, it made walking uphill awkward.

They walked in silence for a time and suddenly, around a bend in the path, they came upon the rainbow vista of the Forbidden Place. Boromir stopped in shock, for on the slab under the rainbow was a naked couple. Her hair blazed in the sun as she mounted the man’s rod, nipples shimmering as they bounced with her breasts. Boromir had never seen heterosexuals coupling and he watched, intrigued. He was soon joined by Denemir whose wood was still woody. They caught one another’s glance. Boromir grabbed Denemir and pushed him to his knees. Denemir, almost sobbing with anticipation, reached into Boromir’s pants and released his member, taut and tumid, it shimmered in the sun. Denemir licked the head and shaft as Boromir gasped at the heat of his mouth. Quickly, Boromir sidled down and turned so that he could reach Denemir’s manic mound of mendacious manhood, now thrusting against his breeches as well.
“Ah, Dene-mine! I have a great love for you and your shaft!” cried, Boromir. “Swear you’ll never leave me for some brood mare womankind!”

“Aruahglugagahiua” said Denemir, as he swallowed the fruit of Boromir’s loins.

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If you need euphemisms…I’ve got 'em.
Let’s see…we’ve got spam dagger, spam harpoon, luncheon truncheon, mule, purple-headed yogurt slinger, mushroom staff, throbbing tower of terrible thrusting…

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I hope you all are laughing as hard as I am. I don’t know if I can continues this much longer–I’m laughing too hard… :smiley:

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I’ve just put together a ring sling, and I have a fairly large teddy bear inserted into it. I sincerely hope the kid doesn’t come out as large as the bear. Anyway, seems to be working okay.

LOUNE, a romance novel would never use 'purple-headed yogurt slinger". Euphemisms! Stupid flowery euphemisms!

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Oh, most definitely! It’s a good thing it’s lunchtime around here, or everybody would be asking me what I’m reading…

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Is it wrong that I’m reading **rigs’ ** story while watching the firm’s sexual harassment training? Probably. :smiley: Whew, they’re not kidding when they say it’s worth 2.5 hours of CPE credits. No fast forwarding, no skipping ahead, you must listen to each and every second. Er, the harassment training, not **rigs’ ** story.

We have a new policy at work - we must record our lunch breaks. While vaguely annoying, it’s not an actual time clock, and since we’re non-exempt…Anyway, some supervisors have been taking advantage by scheduling meetings during lunch and not allowing a lunch break afterwards, so it’s to our benefit. If they start making us punch a clock, though, then it’s on. :mad: :wink:

On preview, LiLi, you need to visit the Smart Bitches because oh, yes, they do. Bad ones, anyway. (Link is worksafe, everything naughty follows the 2 click rule.)

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CherryRaySue GTABA (cont)

Meanwhile, back on the slab, CherryRaySue was crowing with pleasure as Cole’s pink, lithesome strap found her pearliness velvet essence. Again and again he lapped at her dish of flower petals, until all the leaves were drenched and quivering, nay-shimmering in the sun. “Shall my dagger cleave this flower asunder?” Cole panted.
“Dagger? More like a broadsword, honey! Let’s rock! Woot!” she cried, emitting a Tarzan yell, that echoed through the Forbidden Pool. Her cry brought Boromir back to his senses. “Come quickly, Deremir. We have news to impart to Faramir.” And they hastened back down the mountain.

Faramir received them in the marble room. He noted the askew breeches of Denemir and smirked. His plan was working. Just a bit longer and Gondor would be his for all time. He resumed filing his teeth as Boromir told him of the mating he had witnessed at the Forbidden Pool. “I wish that female had never come here.” Cried Boromir.
“So do all who live in such times. But that is not for them to decide.” Faramir said. “I will deal with CherryRaySue and it will benefit us all. You are dismissed.”

CherryRaySue drew the tunic over her head. Cole had left her and the slab now out of the sun, had grown cold. She smacked her forehead. If Mama were alive, she’d surely kick her ass. Strange man and no protection-what was she thinking? Cole had said he was off to see a man about a dog, but he’d be back. She was sore from the rocks and from the sex. A noise turned her head and she saw Drodo, looking very satisfied himself. “Thank you kind lady for the excellent sex show.” He said as he joined her going down the path. CherryRaySue shrugged. What happened in Gondor was gonna stay in Gondor as far as she was concerned. They were met at the end of the path by the palace guards and taken to Faramir.
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“Ah, so you have enjoyed yourself, I see sweet child.” He said.
“Yeah, a bit.” CherryRaySue held his gaze as he glided toward her. He stroked her blazing mane of Titian hair, exposing her neck to his admiring eyes. “What of it?” Her eyes challenged his. She tried to pull away, but his hands kept her captive.

“You know the penalty for using the Forbidden Pool is death.” The thread of sound that was his voice came to her, its note of malice and pleasure chilling her but also exciting her, too. “You have done wrong and now you must die.”

She swallowed hard. “But what of my mother and her kin? What of my hair and the legends?” Her voice was shaky. This was much worse than losing her luggage in Vegas. Roy had said it didn’t matter and it hadn’t since she’d been drunk and naked the whole weekend. This was another matter all together. Death sounded mighty permanent. On the plus side, she’d see Mama again and they give each other peach melba pedicures like they used to.

“I’m sorry—you were saying something?” she asked Faramir. He threw back his robes to reveal a crenallated truncheon twitching with need. CherryRaySue regarded this. “What exactly can I do for you?” she asked, a tad wearily. Really, what she needed was some lunch and a nap.

“You cannot play fast and loose with Gondorians, child.” Faramir rebuked her. “I know that is not your real hair color and I know (now) that you are hardly pure. For this, you must pay the price. Come here!”
“Okey-dokey. Which is it—whip, chains or humiliation? Can you speed it up a bit? I’m tired and these boots are killing me.”
“Huh?” Faramir seemed startled. “You are not cowed by my wrath? What is this?” he thundered. A vein on his turret began to throb.

“Look, I just went three rounds with a guy, plus I hiked in the woods, both ways in these boots. I’ve had no lunch, no chance to potty and I need new undies. Cut a girl some slack. Give me 20 minutes and then we can do whatever you like.”
“Really? This is most odd. Are all the females like you in your Fayetteville land?” Faramir closed his robes and sat down. He was dizzy from his hard on. “You may go and get cleaned up. But then I really do need you—all Gondor depends upon it.”

Twenty minutes later, CherryRaySue presented herself, in a gown of flowing white satin to Faramir. His truncheon had had luncheon, so he too was rested and refreshed. He murmured sweet nothings in her ear. She licked his neck. He stared at her—no one had ever dared to touch him there. That made what was about to happen so much sweeter. “CherrySue” he whispered.

“CherryRAYSue” she corrected. “Mama named me after Daddy before he up and left her.”

“CherryRaySue. I feel for you like I’ve felt for no other female. I don’t care that you are false with fake hair. I must have you!”

“I know, sweetheart, that’s what we’re doing.” Boy, these Gondorians were a few cards short of a deck.

“Alas for you, SweetCherry—this is how I have females!”Faramir cried as he plunged his teeth into her neck.
Is this the end of CherryRaySue? Or not?

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Well, tomorrow has sort of been confirmed as Black Wednesday here. Over 50 percent of my regular clients work for the same company, we’ll call SUK. Apparently SUK has decided to layoff some staff and have told all of their employees to stay home and await a phonecall to let them know whether or not they will continue to be employed. Therefore two of the lunches that I had scheduled for tomorrow totalling about 60 people or so have been cancelled. And it’s questionable as to what will happen after that. Aside from my financial interests in the situation, I feel for them. I think it’s a crappy way to treat loyal and hard-working employees. I’ve asked them and they don’t even know what the criteria are for the lay-offs. They just have to wait to find out. Like I usually say, UGH.

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<snerk> And that phoney MMP thinks it has a chance after rigs gets done. :smiley:

taxi, not THAT kind of cheesecake…THIS kind of cheesecake.

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Kids-we’ve sort of moved into a choose your own adventure here (in one aspect): is Faramir’s bite the end of CherryRaySue? Please post soon. I have class tonight and work Wednesday and Thursday. The muse awaits…

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rigs an equal opportunity trashy romance novel! You’re good! :smiley:

Ok kiddies, it’s off to work for me. Black pocket t and blue jeans. Supper’s in the oven. It’s pot roast. Eat it. It’s good for you. Do your homework. Clean your room. No video games until you get your chores done.

Later Y’all!

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Hmmm… Well, rigs, I just don’t see how it can be the end of CherryRaeSue. There must be more to it. Like maybe her shimmer nipples have super powers that save her. You know, kind of like, ‘Go go Gadet Nipples!’

After all, the title is there and BACK AGAIN, right?

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I really hope my coworkers don’t ask why I’m laughing! :eek: :smiley:

I think she should turn into a vampire. Then there could be hot vampire sex with, well, anyone from Interview With a Vampire. :smiley:

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Well they should, dammit.

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Noooooooo!!! It can’t be the end! She has to go “there” and “back” again…and…and be saved by Cole! :frowning:

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I think there’s been a slight misunderstanding… I think it was supposed to be “Go There And Come.” That’s it – nothing about “back.”

'S’all over folks…! :stuck_out_tongue:

We all know that now doom has been announced, the miraculous release cannot be far…

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rigs, I think she should boink the Hobbit… And you need to get a wizard in there somewhere. And some kind of talking animal - perhaps an enchanted marmoset??

Today was a big *meh * at work. I may do a load of laundry later this evening. I’ve got jury duty tomorrow, followed by some errands, I think. But first, gotta thaw something for supper…

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I’ve got an annoying headache that has been getting worse all day. :frowning: Which is not good for getting work done. :frowning:

But the adventures of CherryRaySue have definitely been a positive distraction. Your muse is, uh, creative, Rigs! I vote for vampire sex, too. She has to come back again, right? :smiley: What would Fayetteville do without CherryRaySue, after all? Every town needs a slut, right? :smiley:

It’s warming up nicely here. Now if the sun would only shine long enough to dry the yard – Isaac wants me to take him out to play, but it is still wet back there. Which is not good for the little bit of grass he allows to grow – stoopid dog, he has to run along the same path every time no matter what direction I throw his Kong in, so there’s several spots in the yard that have given up even trying to grow grass. Fortunately, our landlord’s interest in yardwork is even less than ours, so he doesn’t care in the slightest.

Oh well. Back to work. Or something.

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Shouldn’t the story have a young, hung stable boy? Maybe a ribald bootblack? What a frisky cabana boy?

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Good news! I was just cancelled for tomorrow–so no work for me, but more CherryRaySue!

Some of you are spot on re the next installment. But soon, the book will end on CherryRaySue and her adventures on Flores Island.
Glad it’s helped some of you through work. It’s been a ton of fun and not hard at all (no nasty puns there). Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work…

Off to make dinner and then class. blech.