This reads so BAD (and not in a good way)
Jun. 21st, 2005 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zimon66After seeing it in Mitsy's LJ, had to try the drabble maker myself.
Sexy Love
Zimon finished packing. Ever since Jan Valentine, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Zimon had been blue.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing growled her, all was happy. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going flying in the sky to become a hot fangs.
Just then, there was a yellow-gold knock at the door. Zimon opened it and stood there gently for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her tongue.
When Zimon came to, Jan Valentine was holding her cock and looking horny. "My love," Jan Valentine said lustfully, "I'm sorry for the huge shock. I've been shipwrecked on a cold island for the last ten years, living it's like a koala crapped a rainbow in my brain. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my hand in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Zimon could hardly believe her Jan Valentine had returned. "I will always love you, hand or no hand. Besides, you can cover it up with a nipple rings."
They embraced sweetly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was bright.
Sexy Love
Zimon finished packing. Ever since Jan Valentine, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Zimon had been blue.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing growled her, all was happy. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going flying in the sky to become a hot fangs.
Just then, there was a yellow-gold knock at the door. Zimon opened it and stood there gently for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her tongue.
When Zimon came to, Jan Valentine was holding her cock and looking horny. "My love," Jan Valentine said lustfully, "I'm sorry for the huge shock. I've been shipwrecked on a cold island for the last ten years, living it's like a koala crapped a rainbow in my brain. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my hand in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Zimon could hardly believe her Jan Valentine had returned. "I will always love you, hand or no hand. Besides, you can cover it up with a nipple rings."
They embraced sweetly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was bright.
