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hahaha inanimate object pron
Aug. 16th, 2007 01:17 am"a mango, a javelin, and the recently-shed exoskeleton of a cicada"
The mango was a thing of beauty, with lush, delicious curves, plump and blushing, utterly nude. Gently, oh so gently, the javelin parted the mango's tender, yielding flesh and entered, sliding through the soft sweetness. The mango's sticky love-juice flowed down the javelin's firm shaft as it pumped in and out, slowly at first, then faster, faster, in wanton ecstasy. The exoskeleton just sort of sat there.
"a fancy toothpick, a cherry, and a piece of pineapple"
The toothpick was nervous. It had never been involved with two fruits at once. But the cherry, so round and red and enticing, and the pineapple, so angular yet luscious and exotically entrancing, longed for the toothpick's penetration. Fancy cellophane frill trembling slightly, the toothpick slid carefully into the pineapple, in and in and in and there - out through the other side; the pineapple rotated slowly on the toothpick's shaft as together they impaled the virgin cherry, and their juices mingled into a deliciously heady cocktail.
"martini"
The martini glass eyed the bottle of Gilbey's covetously, taking in its strong, handsome, clean-cut lines, its rakish angles, its sparkling contents. It longed for the gin to be poured into it, to fill it up until it could take no more, until they both spilled onto the table helplessly. But that bastard Vermouth always wanted in, and the glass was helpless to say no. As soon as the gin had finished pouring, the vermouth would follow, tainting the glass with its bitter fluid. Fucking guido.
The mango was a thing of beauty, with lush, delicious curves, plump and blushing, utterly nude. Gently, oh so gently, the javelin parted the mango's tender, yielding flesh and entered, sliding through the soft sweetness. The mango's sticky love-juice flowed down the javelin's firm shaft as it pumped in and out, slowly at first, then faster, faster, in wanton ecstasy. The exoskeleton just sort of sat there.
"a fancy toothpick, a cherry, and a piece of pineapple"
The toothpick was nervous. It had never been involved with two fruits at once. But the cherry, so round and red and enticing, and the pineapple, so angular yet luscious and exotically entrancing, longed for the toothpick's penetration. Fancy cellophane frill trembling slightly, the toothpick slid carefully into the pineapple, in and in and in and there - out through the other side; the pineapple rotated slowly on the toothpick's shaft as together they impaled the virgin cherry, and their juices mingled into a deliciously heady cocktail.
"martini"
The martini glass eyed the bottle of Gilbey's covetously, taking in its strong, handsome, clean-cut lines, its rakish angles, its sparkling contents. It longed for the gin to be poured into it, to fill it up until it could take no more, until they both spilled onto the table helplessly. But that bastard Vermouth always wanted in, and the glass was helpless to say no. As soon as the gin had finished pouring, the vermouth would follow, tainting the glass with its bitter fluid. Fucking guido.
