Gourmet spunk? Nikita has developed her palate to such a degree that she can discern this even though she has no taste buds in the back of her throat? So she's basically Nikita, the Suck Slut of Section One?
That's just too fantastic for words.
You're not gonna jokey-rhyme your way out of this one.
Willow ,'Sleeper'
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shrift - Dec 11, 2003 5:57:20 am PST #6762 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Theodosia - Dec 11, 2003 6:03:39 am PST #6763 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
t giving up, just plunging sporks with wild abandon
Katie M - Dec 11, 2003 6:08:20 am PST #6764 of 10000
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
You know, it's nice that they're married, and thus supporting Traditional Family Values.
(Nikita doesn't have a real tail in this story, does she?)
Dana - Dec 11, 2003 6:09:38 am PST #6765 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Heh. Micole asked the same thing. Nope. No actual tail.
Micole - Dec 11, 2003 6:10:11 am PST #6766 of 10000
I've been working on a song about the difference between analogy and metaphor.
(Nikita doesn't have a real tail in this story, does she?)
I was wondering that, too.
Deena - Dec 11, 2003 6:28:19 am PST #6767 of 10000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
t speechless
shrift - Dec 11, 2003 6:43:25 am PST #6768 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm relieved that I wasn't the only one actually worried that Nikita's tailbone wasn't so vestigial.
Lyra Jane - Dec 11, 2003 6:58:32 am PST #6769 of 10000
Up with the sun
as he felt his soldiers rising
Her tail relentlessly and unequivocally rubbed harder, more sensually against his reluctant appendage,
her hands had plopped out his engorging member and she was busy manhandling it just in the perfect manner
Nikita seemed to take her time steering him in and out of the lust filled traffic, her mouth busy with the fullness of him and his body tense like a car-fan-belt with the pleasure driven home by the woman.
He incorporated himself on the bed,
his jeans haphazardly still clothing part of his body.
Every time I thought it couldn't get worse ... it did. i can merely stand back and boggle.
I know this has been asked before, but is this writer serious?
erikaj - Dec 11, 2003 7:02:49 am PST #6770 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Holy... I'm speechless, but not in a good way. "Honey, no!"(/Karen Walker)
P.M. Marc - Dec 11, 2003 7:04:31 am PST #6771 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Dies laughing.
Points y'all over to endings she called beginnings (DCverse) in the event that you haven't read it, so you can wipe that bad taste from your eyes.