Porn By Mail!
Life is really, really ironic.
First: Thank You!
lemur_lady sent money for shoes, and shemchadash has also promised forthcoming paypalage. I can't thank you enough. I hope that I get some good pictures!
And, second:
I sat here this morning for four hours, writing crappy porn then editing different porn, good porn. An hour ago, I finally dragged myself away from the steaming keyboard and plunked myself in a different chair. Whereupon Husband (excuse me, Sargon the Terrible) thwaps a largeish package into my lap and says "You have mail!"
It was one of those Amazon boxes. The smiling kind. Why is it smiling? Because it contained PORN.
Okay. Tanith Lee writes erotica if anyone does.
But you get my point. I can't escape the naughty.
I now have a shiny new copy of "34" by Tanith Lee that will only be shiny until I wear the new off it, which will probably happen tonight.
What, you don't think I'd just leave this stuff lying around, do you?
I am now wondering how one thanks people one does not know for sending you random gifts. I suppose this would be a good way to start:
Thank you, shemchadash. (Yeah. I know it was you. Unless there is another David on my friends list who lives in your town. In which case I apologize profusely, because I am obviously confuzzled.) I am petting my book (which also smells nice). You have no idea how much I need to look at someone ELSE's smut for a while.
Especially girl-girl smut.
Just so this is not a contentless post, I hereby present all of you with something to look at. Pick which you like best. There's something for everyone.
An incredibly hot chick:
An incredibly hot guy:
An incredibly cute kitten (hopefully not the one I will be killing later):
Thank you and goodnight.
First: Thank You!
lemur_lady sent money for shoes, and shemchadash has also promised forthcoming paypalage. I can't thank you enough. I hope that I get some good pictures!
And, second:
I sat here this morning for four hours, writing crappy porn then editing different porn, good porn. An hour ago, I finally dragged myself away from the steaming keyboard and plunked myself in a different chair. Whereupon Husband (excuse me, Sargon the Terrible) thwaps a largeish package into my lap and says "You have mail!"
It was one of those Amazon boxes. The smiling kind. Why is it smiling? Because it contained PORN.
Okay. Tanith Lee writes erotica if anyone does.
But you get my point. I can't escape the naughty.
I now have a shiny new copy of "34" by Tanith Lee that will only be shiny until I wear the new off it, which will probably happen tonight.
What, you don't think I'd just leave this stuff lying around, do you?
I am now wondering how one thanks people one does not know for sending you random gifts. I suppose this would be a good way to start:
Thank you, shemchadash. (Yeah. I know it was you. Unless there is another David on my friends list who lives in your town. In which case I apologize profusely, because I am obviously confuzzled.) I am petting my book (which also smells nice). You have no idea how much I need to look at someone ELSE's smut for a while.
Especially girl-girl smut.
Just so this is not a contentless post, I hereby present all of you with something to look at. Pick which you like best. There's something for everyone.
An incredibly hot chick:
An incredibly hot guy:
An incredibly cute kitten (hopefully not the one I will be killing later):
Thank you and goodnight.