Rose called her Twilight fanfiction '30 shades

Rose called her Twilight fanfiction '30 shades of Brown' & sat back waiting for the cash to roll in. In summary, Gordon Brown ex-GB Prime Minister & part time vampire lives in Seat

As would "Thirty Shades of Blue", "Lemon-Lime", "Manitoba Mauve" -- but soon, the maternal audience of the genre caught on to the formula and began to demand more from the erotic

knitting. Erotic Knitting started in the back of JoAnn's fabrics. Quickly spread to Michael's. The mature lovers would get knotted up while doing the "Ball under" or deep "dip stit

ch." Soon, my grandma started a Facebook group to unite all the Erotic Knitting members together and I decided to join the ranks at JoAnn's fabrics. I thought it was going to be

much more interesting than merely one knitted afghan blanket after another depicting David Hasselhoff's chest hair. Discouraged, I crammed my crocheted naughty gnome in my pocket

I loved the way it felt rubbing against my thigh.

the breath on my neck sent tingles all over. The anticipation itself causing me to edge and moisten enough to drip. The rest of our clothes wouldnt come off fast enough.

That was by design. The so called developed world was having attacks of severe anxiety as elections aproached. The stooges to choose from were Larry, Curly and Moe. None of them

were Harpo caliber but those were the choices. The media companies finally noticed the rise in the number of earthquakes & sink holes being reported. The End was nigh. Here it is,