Pounding and thrusting.Fucking hard.Senses

Pounding and thrusting.Fucking hard.Senses numbed and heavy breathing sounds mixed with mumbled passionate words.Sex with Anita had always been this intense?He almost cared enough,

to send the very best.But even Hallmark didn't make cards to express what he was feeling for Anita. How 'bout an old fashioned love letter instead? He sat down at his desk & wrote:

To whom it may concern - My intense regard for the fair Anita, which knows no bounds, drives me to express myself via the medium of biro on lined paper. She has alabaster arms and

nipply charms. My gals a corker, she's a New Yorker, I buy her everything to keep her in style. She has a pair of hips, just like to battle ships, hey hey that where my money goes.

Everybody cheered. 60's sing-alongs had become the new retro rage. All those years watching Mitch Miller really paid off for me. I was the most popular 55 yr. old singing Cougar in

the metropolitan area. My show was such a big hit that all the other labels got jealous. They sent hit squads to assassinate me, but my music was so fantastic that they couldn't pu

ll the trigger on pulling the trigger. I was like Captain EO, liberating the oppressed and turning hate into love with a funky groove and multiple pelvic thrusts. But when I kissed

screamed that I could taste his brains. I sit up unsleeping & think of a million reasons why someone would shoot my boyfriend in the head, but they're not why I can't sleep. Murder

, I know it sounds werid but... but it tasted so good his pink brain and his dark red blood too bad it was only a dream... at least for now.