lets give F.M. a thought for a story..

[hoolign]

I'm thinkin somethin about boats
maybe try to put most peeps name in it at least once..sorta a HBF sandbar tale?

[RiverKitty]

Hmmmm.....how do we cure FM of writers block???

[Blown 472]

Hows bout a story bout a chick wif her ass packed full of bacon grease and coffee grinds??

[RiverKitty]

Blown....do you have an a$$ fetish or what???

[Blown 472]

Originally posted by RiverKitty
Blown....do you have an a$$ fetish or what???
guilty

[FMluvswater]

Originally posted by hoolign
I'm thinkin somethin about boats
maybe try to put most peeps name in it at least once..sorta a HBF sandbar tale?
I told you when I was writing the last one that I can't knowingly name a character the same name as somebody I actually know if I'm writing smut. It feels wrong and icky :eek!: :yuk: :eek!: icky and wrong, LOL!
I woulda been so wigged out if I'd known your name before I posted that story! Now it's done I just think it's funny.
Boats ... I don't know enough about them. Not that I'm not willing to research and try anyway :idea: I'm just saying.

[FMluvswater]

Originally posted by Blown 472
Hows bout a story bout a chick wif her ass packed full of bacon grease and coffee grinds??
WTF? Did you copy and paste that from Barney's? LMAO! Somebody suggested that to me almost word for word over there last fall!

[FMluvswater]

Originally posted by RiverKitty
Hmmmm.....how do we cure FM of writers block???
I don't have writer's block RK. I just need a little help with details.

[Blown 472]

Originally posted by FMluvswaterbabe
WTF? Did you copy and paste that from Barney's? LMAO! Somebody suggested that to me almost word for word over there last fall!
That was probably me, nothing better then watching a chick run for tha can with grease and grinds running down tha back of her legs.

[Blown 472]

Originally posted by FMluvswaterbabe
I don't have writer's block RK. I just need a little help with details.
Hows bout a sorid tale of coffee house love, Hale knowing judy is dry as a popcorn fart, walks towards her grease and grinds in hand, bends her over the freezer and lubes her up, moving his greasy apron aside he plows into her like a john deer in the spring.