There's a belt with a padlock on the end of it, perfect for swinging against men's skulls. Just wrap one end around your fist, feel the weight of the lock, hanging there, waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for you to read Recording, the fifth entry in Chris Allinotte's 9 Days of Madness. My swing of the belt.
It's criminal how good the stories have been so far. Criminally insane.
P.S. If you don't like this one, just wait. I've got one coming out soon about my clit. I'm not kidding. And men, you better know where it is. Not mine, specifically. But as a general rule, you ought to know your way around your lady's private parts. WE WILL DRAW YOU A MAP IF NECESSARY. And Jesus Christ, is it necessary for some of you.
Those gentlemen who are smiling smugly right now, having pleased the ladies whose knickers they've got into, I salute you. Thank you so much. Believe me, the favor will be returned.
xx
RSB
Holy shit Becky, I almost spit coffee all over my screen when I read your "P.S."
ReplyDelete"Recording" is a wicked story, and I'm thrilled you've let me run it!
I'm absolutely thrilled to be included. You've had some choice entries thus far. Benjamin Sobieck's frozen finger is still haunting me.
ReplyDeleteAs to my postscript, I'm sorry I almost caused the death of your computer. NOT REALLY hahahahaha.
PPS Suffered a severe back injury earlier this week and am now in the lovely land of Valium. I hope this excuses all. :)
Clit stories RULE! (you know, as long as there are cocks involved...) I will not win feminist-of-the-year-award =/
ReplyDeleteBack injury?! Valium! Poor baby! I wish I could be there to help you.