Romace parody
Dec. 18th, 2008 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookaddict43Since I have a list of new Romance titles staring me in the face; I thought this parody (oh god I hope it's a parody), that the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookishtype sent me was very appropriate!!!!!!!!!!
Want some hilarious holiday reading?
The Italian Gourmet Baby Food Baron’s Ironically Pregnant Virgin Mistress.
Ironically, Chastity was toiling on her hands and knees, scrubbing the orphanage floor, when he strode past. The supple Italian leather of his boots looked strangely familiar…had she been near those boots before? And his bellowing voice, commanding her stepmother, Gladys, to show him the babies, please, the bella, bella babies, sounded familiar, too.
But it was those powerful thighs, rippling and bulging as he walked, that confirmed that this was the man who had shown her the torrid pleasures of the flesh nearly two years ago now.
Oh! Never could she forget the way his thighs looked that night, bared in the candlelight—proud thighs that were crowned, like a gloriously prancing unicorn, by his throbbing manhood. She had ridden his glossily romping glorypole clear up to the sky, to the stars, which had glittered and shattered, exposing the very heavens to her in a soul-wrenching orgasm that had produced her two wonderful twins, Miracle and Marvel.
Yes, it was none other than Italian gourmet baby food baron, Cesar Machismo!
From: http://thethrillionthpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-one.html - for the rest of the online story….
bookishtype sent me was very appropriate!!!!!!!!!!Want some hilarious holiday reading?
The Italian Gourmet Baby Food Baron’s Ironically Pregnant Virgin Mistress.
Ironically, Chastity was toiling on her hands and knees, scrubbing the orphanage floor, when he strode past. The supple Italian leather of his boots looked strangely familiar…had she been near those boots before? And his bellowing voice, commanding her stepmother, Gladys, to show him the babies, please, the bella, bella babies, sounded familiar, too.
But it was those powerful thighs, rippling and bulging as he walked, that confirmed that this was the man who had shown her the torrid pleasures of the flesh nearly two years ago now.
Oh! Never could she forget the way his thighs looked that night, bared in the candlelight—proud thighs that were crowned, like a gloriously prancing unicorn, by his throbbing manhood. She had ridden his glossily romping glorypole clear up to the sky, to the stars, which had glittered and shattered, exposing the very heavens to her in a soul-wrenching orgasm that had produced her two wonderful twins, Miracle and Marvel.
Yes, it was none other than Italian gourmet baby food baron, Cesar Machismo!
From: http://thethrillionthpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-one.html - for the rest of the online story….
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Date: 2008-12-18 06:06 am (UTC)OMG, that was so painful that I have to go read the rest. *g*
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Date: 2008-12-19 01:44 am (UTC)