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So Many Times In Danger!

celiapleete — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 16:38:01 +0000

Hot lesbian germ-swapping!

You Pansy.

celiapleete — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 20:21:06 +0000

As they celebrated their new nuptials, neither happened to notice the flying naked child with the giant purple pansy about to smother them both with mixed metaphors.

Blushing Deeply.

celiapleete — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 18:33:03 +0000

“Oh Lucinda, I’m so glad you accepted my offer.”

“Of course, Richard. I’m really glad you are so excited about the spiced wine collection from this season’s Maybelline.”

“I’m SO HAPPY! And fuschia really is your color.”

Reading.

celiapleete — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 18:50:31 +0000

There he was. So handsome in those glen checks. Trevor licked his lips. It had been a whole summer, but Lloyd, the light of his life…reading Chaucer to a mascot horse. Lloyd always knew how to make a good impression with the rushing fraternities. He knew style. School was going to be interesting this year, he thought. And hopefully…some alone time in the school stable.

Comfort

celiapleete — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 18:28:34 +0000

“Don’t worry, Ricky. Stop playing that sad song on the concertina. When the governess isn’t looking, I swear most honorably that I’ll let you wear my ruffliest dress again.”

Separated at Birth?

celiapleete — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 16:03:46 +0000

Dead Or Alive’s resident tranny Peter Burns…and the “Pirate Nun,” EWTN’s Mother Angelica?

I Knew This Was The Most Becoming Suit…

celiapleete — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 19:01:18 +0000

…Because Mrs. Leslie, who many had declared rather “strange,” came closer…closer to me, pressing her heaving bosom against my back, breathing heavily.
“You’re pretty as a picture, my dear.”
That day, I lost my innocence; my picture of maidenhood tarnished by a burning desire to make love in this tweed getup. I had arrived. I never knew passion as wicked as that thrown upon me by a zaftig woman in a whimsical hat.

Triple Down.

celiapleete — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:37:21 +0000

The Drummond men were notoriously the strong, silent types.

When Grandpa Drummond broke his foot falling off his horse, Muffin, he got up, walked twelve miles, and wrapped up the swollen member in torn rags from the shed. He was up and at ‘em in two days.

When Pa Drummond had a massive head wound following a wayward shotgun shell, he summoned up the energy to walk twenty miles to Doc Finnegan’s and slur out what had happened. He was back to work within the week.

But Melvin Drummond had trumped them all, by not mentioning a word about his self-induced sex change operation with some rubbing alcohol and a pair of hedgeclippers.

In A Pinch.

celiapleete — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 17:59:02 +0000

During the photo shoot, Bertram suddenly let out a ringing peal of girlish laughter – as that rascal Mark naughtily found his “sweet spot.”

Alexandrie, Alexandra.

celiapleete — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 15:47:52 +0000