Alright, so I’m in a bit of a cheeky mood.
It happens sometimes.
I’ve got a little tale to share about one lovely day
When life seemed to happen to me
One Buck it Load after another…
~o~o~o~o~
I showed up at 8 o’ clock like we'd planned.
She left me standing outside her door
Soaking in the cold rain for half an hour,
Knocking till my hand was damn near sore.
Maybe she was taking a nap.
Maybe she forgot or couldn’t wake up.
Besides, I'm not one to give up so easy.
Buck it, I thought.
No worries.
Shit happens.
When she finally invited me in,
I hoped for a towel or a cup of tea.
Anything to warm up, stop the shivering.
I waited and she offered me nothing.
Oh well, maybe she’s got no kettle.
Maybe her laundry’s piled a mile high.
Tea can't be that good for you anyway, all that caffeine.
Besides, a bit of cold never killed anyone.
Buck it, I thought.
No worries.
I’ll manage.
And then we started necking. At last.
I’d wanted to touch her for so long.
She whispered sweet nastiness in my ear.
Before long, hand cuffs were swinging in the air.
I’ve been too vanilla up till now,
Too straight-laced, too cautious, I thought.
She fastened my wrists and ankles nice and tight,
A little too tight…but it was all for a good cause.
Besides, a little kink never harmed anyone.
Buck it, I thought.
No worries.
I'm ready.
My temperature rose about twenty degrees,
My heart was thumping; she was all over me.
The door bell rang. Again. And again.
So there is a doorbell! Must remember next time..
She got up and went to answer it, leaving me there-
I was blindfolded, not to mention tied up
And splayed all over her bucking four poster bed.
Self-conscious barely describes how I felt just then.
The things we do to get some...it's all good.
Besides, her expertise was well worth the wait.
Buck it, I thought.
No worries.
I’ll wait.
Cold air poured in from the open window.
I was still displayed in that embarrassing pose.
My wrists were numb; my nose was itchy.
Still tied up. Oh yes! Very much tied up.
Two hours must’ve passed ... I was still waiting.
I shivered as a chilly breeze blew into the room.
Maybe she got to talking with the visitor;
Maybe something urgent came up;
Maybe it was her bucking mother at the door…
Buck it, I thought.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!!”
I screamed.
~o~o~o~o~
Alright, so I lied. This is fiction. Really. It is.
If some B’s were F’s,
This tale might’ve been so much more colourful.
Oh well, who gives a buck?
I hope I gave you a bucking good laugh.
Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:18 pm
lemons
Joined: 12 Feb 2006
Posts: 964
Location: here ... with her <3
Very creative! I enjoyed it!!!!
Lem _________________
"No smile is more beautiful than one that has struggled through the tears"
~Unknown
Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:36 pm
lori
Joined: 19 Aug 2007
Posts: 1454
ROFL Bucking hilarious!!! Thanks for making me laugh out loud!! _________________
WHEN I FALL, I LOSE MY HEART AND FILL THE SPACE WITH HER..
Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:39 pm
Lucise
Joined: 11 Sep 2007
Posts: 46
Location: Canada
Hi Lemons!
Hi Lori!
Glad you could laugh at my Buck It tale!
~L
Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:16 pm
Cunni_L
Joined: 01 Sep 2006
Posts: 989
he he helarious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________ A true friend stabs you in the front.
Oscar Wilde
Eiregirl _________________ All poems and stories posted by Eiregirl are
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These literary works are my property under copyright. If you wish to use my work for any purpose please ASK FIRST.
Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:00 am
Lucise
Joined: 11 Sep 2007
Posts: 46
Location: Canada
Hiya Cunni_L & Eiregirl,
Cheers!
~Lu
Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:39 pm
shanelvr
Joined: 18 Mar 2007
Posts: 1078
Location: pennsylvania
Bucking sweet!!!!!!
Shanelvr _________________ Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:06 pm
jade547
Joined: 05 Aug 2007
Posts: 523
Location: swindon - uk
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