“…his throbbing love muscle — hot, blood-filled — slipped across the pearly white curve of her thigh, meat spread across a platter of fine china, an engorged offering, the food of Eros served warm and firm for her delectation.”
update: This post is not intended to question Ms. Krantz’s patriotism (long may it throb).
You’re not ..quite..sane,are you?
Even so,let me paraphrase something once said to the immortal Tommy Smothers:You got something,I’m not sure what exactly,but you probably don’t need to worry about it being stolen.
It might not have been intended that way but that’s how I’m gonna take it!
Naaaah.
That’s not a Danielle Steele observation.
That’s more a Barbara Taylor Bradford or a Judith Krantz observation.
Danielle doesn’t throb. She pulsates in a sort of mild, yawn-inducing sort of way.
You’re right, I’m sure, Kathy. I have no idea who Danielle Steele is, except in the abstract. I was just hoping to cash in on this whole Wonkette craze.
Yeah, well I wish I only had abstract knowledge of Danielle Steele, et.al. Ugh. Then again, there are only so many ways to zone out in Geometry class without causing trouble and getting your ass kicked out of school, so I suppose it wasn’t completely useless.
As far as cashing in on Wonkette, well…ass fucking. There. I wrote it so you didn’t have to.
Much obliged on the ass fucking thing, Kathy. Also, I think I’ll change “Danielle Steele” to “Judith Krantz,” per your suggestion.
Would this be a good time to mention firm, rosy-tipped breasts?
Didn’t figure.
Not breasts; They’re milky orbs…
Even when I don’t agree with the guy…he can WRITE.
And when you do agree with him, it’s lovely.