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Someone has written a series of short stories based on my twitter page... They have only got it published...
Mills and Boon style...
Extract below..
Not sure how to upload the whole pdf file
XxxBibaxxX
The Swingers
“He’s emailed us again”
“Who?”
“Oh, come on, you know who!”
“No, you’ll have to give me a clue”
“Famous, tall, black, frequents swinging clubs and is your biggest fan”
“Oh him! Is he back in the country then?”
Biba stepped from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her head. Her tanned, slender body motioned
towards Stephen as he leant back in towards the laptop on the bed.
“Yep. And he wants to meet up, surprise, surprise!”
“Oh shit!”
She slumped on the bed and lay back on to the mattress causing the towel to follow the same path as it
fell to the floor. As the springs from the mattress threw Biba into the air in repost, not a single ripple
passed across the taut, olive skin. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body, just tight, refined muscles
keeping everything in its place. The only detectable movement in her breasts was a slight upward
motion from two silver rings through her pierced nipples. Her body defied science and ask any of her
twenty thousand or so followers on Twitter to guess her age and they would be way off.
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked him and all the trappings that follow”
“I love his cock Stephen, maybe his thighs too, but he’s so boring! And what is it with the socks?
Mills and Boon style...
Extract below..
Not sure how to upload the whole pdf file
XxxBibaxxX
The Swingers
“He’s emailed us again”
“Who?”
“Oh, come on, you know who!”
“No, you’ll have to give me a clue”
“Famous, tall, black, frequents swinging clubs and is your biggest fan”
“Oh him! Is he back in the country then?”
Biba stepped from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her head. Her tanned, slender body motioned
towards Stephen as he leant back in towards the laptop on the bed.
“Yep. And he wants to meet up, surprise, surprise!”
“Oh shit!”
She slumped on the bed and lay back on to the mattress causing the towel to follow the same path as it
fell to the floor. As the springs from the mattress threw Biba into the air in repost, not a single ripple
passed across the taut, olive skin. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body, just tight, refined muscles
keeping everything in its place. The only detectable movement in her breasts was a slight upward
motion from two silver rings through her pierced nipples. Her body defied science and ask any of her
twenty thousand or so followers on Twitter to guess her age and they would be way off.
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked him and all the trappings that follow”
“I love his cock Stephen, maybe his thighs too, but he’s so boring! And what is it with the socks?
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