Blue eyed blonde teen rides her trimmed snatch on a fat dick

A satire on Julia and Stephanie Anne

What could I do to put me on top … I know a Western! So I wrote “In My Life.” Damn, the readers were so excited they all wanted to be my agent:

Blue88 - Superb … my appreciation is boundless. Thanks for a hell of a read.

Peggytwitty - I loved this well written and told story … It was a western fantasy that captivated my senses and entertained me completely.

Dynamite Jack - This was a great story and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

And on and on! I was on top again. I told Goofy to Keep Your Hands Off My Baby and Leave My Kitten Alone. She gave me a call and said, I Want You In My Life, I’ve been In Misery. Oh, Darling! I’ve had Lonesome Tears In My Eyes and I’m missing your Norwegian Wood.

I had some reservations about bringing her back since I’d met Julia over On Moonlight Bay. But I’m So Tired and I just wanted someone to say Good Morning, Good Morning. So now I Feel Fine because I Got A Woman again.

Then I wrote “Hello, Goodbye.” Another winner, of course:

Charleybear – Loved the story!

The Troubador – You entertain … as usual.

Nightowl22 – Another great story … always like your sense of humor.

I was happy again! Every Little Thing didn’t bother me anymore.

But then Julia came back and bit me in the ass! (It did feel good at the time, but … well, hell but is where she bit me!) I wrote a story about her; she was a big girl and I never should have said, I Want You (She’s So Heavy). Of course, I called the story “Julia” and I honestly felt it was my best ever, a masterpiece! And then … the comments. Oh, shit! Que horrible!

A Nonny Mouse - Same old horse poop

Mr. Mouses’s twin - it’s so freakin’ stupid!

Mr. TLee - Bullshit, redux

If it wasn’t for the scintillating comment by DJ, “Keep up the good work,” and the equally laudatory “interesting” by capecodmercury I would have thought that maybe I can’t Carry That Weight anymore. Has anyone seen my mojo?

Then I made the big faux pas! I commented on a story by Just Plain Bob and told him he wrote about sluts (this was a huge surprise to JPB):

In every story, the wife is a slut hooked on gang bangs with no redeeming qualities.

It turned out this was also a big surprise to readers:

Chagrined - Well dayum, HDK!

You are not being nice to JPB! And where the hell is the lastest chapter in YOUR story, my good man?

Risq_001 - kinda baffled by “Harddaysknight’s” comments, you know the part about the main female in this story having no redeming qualities, etc. I mean in his latest romance story (titled “In My Life”) *HIS* female lead had absolutly “NO” redeming qualities by the end of the story. No wait, she was pretty”. And “everyone” made excuses for her behaviour because she was pretty. Including the main characters own mother, after he was shot and stabbed twice while defending her, and publicly humiliated repeatedly by the female lead. Harddaysknight had his mother telling him “she loves you giver her time” after she was doing all of this to him???

Well, it was Cry Baby Cry for a while, until I read those soothing words by Dynamite Jack: “bottle of Auchentoshan 17 Year old.” I figured if a bottle was good a case would be better! Christmas Time Is Here Again and I Can Dig It! Except my lovely significant other had A Devil In Her Heart and said she wanted to be Free As A Bird! Life sucked and I was thinking Happiness Is A Warm Gun but with the help of Jack’s scotch I decided I’ll Cry Instead. Damn, I’m A Loser!

Then … then the idea! The brainstorm! Screw the beetles, dung that they were and let the stones continue to roll (forever?) gathering moss or not! I would open new Doors! I would Break On Through to the other side. People Are Strange and my wife is An Unhappy Girl.

My Crystal Ship had sunk and these were Strange Days. If I could get my Wintertime Love back she could Light My fire. I know she has been a Wild Child, but … Hello, I Love You! If only she would come back and Love Me Two Times I would be her Back Door Man again! If she told me, I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind I could always go to the Whiskey Bar.

I was tired Of Waiting For The Sun because being in the Horse Latitudes was no fun. My Wild Love was Queen Of The Highway and she said she was tired of Runnin’ Blue. Finally on Blue Sunday she told me she was going to be the L. A. Woman and all my Curses, Invocations couldn’t change her mind.

Hmmmm! Maybe I should close this door! I need a paradigm that can Carry That Weight so all my fans could Come And Get It. If I went back with the Fab Four I could write stories Eight Days A Week and then I’ll Be Back. No longer could anyone say I’m a Loser.

I will write a real story – no more of this Polythene Pam crap. I remember once, when my lovely significant other was away … well there was this neighbor lady and She Came In Through The Bathroom Window!

I say if you can’t lick ‘em join ‘em.

I knew I couldn’t fail with my next story: Don’t let Me Down. My true love called me and said Don’t Pass Me By and please, baby, Don’t Ever Change. Well, hell, I was no wimp! I told her Don’t Bother Me ’cause I’m a Bad Boy. But, I couldn’t Let It Be. I had Lonesome Tears In My Eyes and I gave her a call and said I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Cry (Over You). I got No Reply! Oh! Darling.

My last words to the love of my life was P. S. I Love You.

I’m finally at the end of the Long And Winding Road and this is The End!

hdk is probably my favorite author! I have the highest regard for his abilities. I don’t always like JPB’s plots, but for some reason I read all his stories. Go figure! No question, they are both great writers and I have learned by sitting at the feet of the masters!

Three cheers and I’ll lead a chorus of Auld Lang Syne!

My apologies to the readers whose comments I used. This was all in fun! (So laugh already!) If you vote I promise not to do this again!