It’s 7:50 in the morning and I just had to read the words “he climaxed like a hurricane, wet and wild” with my own two eyeballs, and now so do you. Happy Friday 😂
The thing is she knows, she knows her descriptions make me lose my shit laughing and she’s okay with this. She just asks me to help her fix it because she doesnt know how to get over the embrasssment of being vulgar. Which frankly, my time to shine lmao
“Sharron we’ve talked about this.”
“I know, I know, it just seems so crude.”
“…you can type the words “his proud manspire flowed freely like a Grecian fountain” but “cock” is beyond you?“
“You’re putting this on your blog, aren’t you?”
“Consider it recompense for making me read the word “manspire” without warning before 9am in the year of our Lord 2k18.“
For context she’s been writing bodice rippers since before I was born and has been married for over 40 years with four kids and about a million grandkids. She’s like the tame version of me in 30 years, where on the flipside of my dottage some young whipper snapper editor is going to be begging me to tone down the filth.
@nuisancehelicopter said they reached 15,000 posts so i was like oh am i close to any milestones and realized i just passed 10,000 posts. this was my 10,000th post and that feels really right. so here i am reblogging it again.