THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOU... PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my ballsOr anywhere at allThe flea is pleasedTo pleasure me.FEMALE MIMICRYWomen are too beautiful to. The box that we carried everywhere in Egypt was a disguised top of the line digital camera.It was a simple thing to set the camera to line drawing, project those drawings on a photo sensitive glass plate, follow the procedure for the plates and use Mr. Edison's electric light in a magic lantern to project the glass plate images on to a screen.The biggest problem was choosing which plates to show.Luxor was extremely popular. There wasn't any excavating being performed so there was the top of the. I was making my way up the stairs when Cynthia called me asking if I was home yet, she was anxious for me to fill her again and had missed me all day. When I said I'd be there soon I felt her squeal with delight then break the conversation. I'd just reached my door when I felt a presence I didn't like; luckily I was already covered when she tried to shoot me again. "Hello husband," she sneered, "we have unfinished business, you owe me a child!" "You sadistic bitch! I owe you NOTHING! I. The twins got up and left. Mac and Lisa talked for hours, then they made sweet, tender, normal-type love. Afterward, they lay, mind-linked together, with Mac exploring her memories of ancient earth and her adventures with Vlad and the local wildlife.“It looks like you really liked getting mutilated and torn apart by those raptors,” Mac noticed.“I did enjoy it,” Lisa admitted. “In fact, it was my favorite way to die, especially when Vlad would stab me repeatedly so that my bloodied, warm body.