I know who rye has a crush ooooooooooooooooon
A treacherous fish maid!
How dare you!
Oh yes, I went there.
Incidentally, what sort of fish are you?
A Shortyfish.
Me and Psy have successfully immortalized ourselves in the memory of some hotel staff by making them think we were having freaky gay sex involving us saying "Narnia, Narnia, Come to Narnia, Mister Tumnus is touching me!" in high pitched freaky voices.
We've also abused Jack in what can only be described as a sexual nature.
i love you psychotic!!!!
Oh gods, why? ಥ_ಥ
Where are her boobies. Shortyfish has the best boobies!
Be quiet xD
Her thoughts were interrupted by a curt knock on the door. She rushed to answer it, and there stood a handsome man, dressed smartly in a dark blue suit - the uniform of a Cid's Knight.
"Oh" simpered NeoTifa. "You're the Cid's Knight."
"That's right", replied the man. "I'm Psychotic. I hear you've had some problems with your...signature". Psychotic paused, as he noticed that NeoTifa was dressed in just a towel. NeoTifa, spotting his visitor's gaze, was quick to explain.
"Oh, don't mind that! I've just been in the shower."
"...oh alright, let's get to it then." said Psychotic.
"What?"
"C'mere, darlin'" he said, with lust in his eyes, and he ripped her towel from her.
Oh that young, pert body. Oh that expanse of bare flesh. Desire awoke within him. He felt a movement within his crotch, and then another sensation altogether down there. Pain. He crumpled to the floor, as agony gripped his body.
"You....you....you...PERVERT!" shouted NeoTifa, as she struggled to get the words out. Psychotic gasped, trying to take in air. But NeoTifa was not finish, and began to aim vicious little kicks into his face and stomach. "What the smurf do you think you're doing?"
Psychotic's instincts took over, and he crawled away from his aggressor, with blood flowing freely from his busted nose. But of course, somebody who has just had the everloving kicked out of them is a lot slower than somebody has not, and NeoTifa soon caught up with him.
"Put your teeth on the curb" she demanded. He hesitated. Surely, she wouldn't? "I said", kicking him once more in his sides, "put your teeth on the smurfing curb", and he readily complied. And he waited, for this was it, he was on the brink of the abyss. The hour of his doom was at hand. And thinking of her naked body, a last thought came to him as she brought her foot down to curbstomp him.
Totally worth it.
Screw working for customs, Elizadear, you should write naughty bathtub romance novels for sexually frustrated housewives and Ryes.
Something someone from this forum gave me is hanging from my lamp right now. And has been for about two and a half years, come to think of it.
That's so wrong. xD
Those who enjoy my works may wish to check out The Ballad of Allie and Stu.
Also, about four years ago, back when user notes were brand new and the likes of Misfit and, horror of horrors, Flying Mullet were regulars of said user notes, I made an audio romance novel because of, well, I don't even know, but it stemmed from user notes. It is attached. Please enjoy!
(Wow, created 22 December 2004!)