Possibly Extremly Offensive

[roxy]

I'm warning you, this may be offensive--you've been warned.
For fromward not that I'm trying to shove the blame on her, gosh no.


Victor Alexander George Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 2nd Earl of Lytton, or as his beloved called him, Budgie, reclined on a pile of satin pillows, and watched through narrowed eyes as his beloved swayed towards him, dhoti slipping seductively off one hip, his smooth round head wreathed in the golden sunlight that poured through the sandal wood screens set in the windows. The light reflected of off his clever steal rimmed glasses, and stirred a lick of lust through Budgies loins, it brought to mind public school days, and the thin lissome, boy –like body of his lover reminded him of time gone by, hands secretly touching, sliding under the legs of school boy short shorts, straw boaters held in laps to cover the busy working of tender skinned hands—“Oh, my Moh- Moh!” he cried out as slender brown fingers stroked and fondled his stiff nipples, and his neck was tickled by the fine moustache. Ah, the passion, the fire in him!
“Oh, Mohandas, my love! Consume me in your flame!”
“ All in due time, my dear chap.” He murmured, his accent adding spice to his words, and turning up the flame of desire. “ Remember Budgie, my own, action expresses priorities” and began to show his Earl what his priorities where.

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heh-heh! see, feel the power of the wrongness...