A very personal Valentine story...
Feb. 15th, 2004 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccoj...from Harloprillallar's Drabble-o-matic. Blame this one on Chris.
Chris tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Jimena, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a pillow in its mouth.
Chris was almost on a chair when he came across a flavourful cake, lying alone on a bouncy plate. "That must be a treat from my flat bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked polished, so he ate it.
It gave him the most red tingling sensation in his frenulum. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Jimena.
When Jimena came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chris cried indefatigably.
"Your shoulder! And your eye!" Jimena said. "They're smouldering! Can't you feel it?"
Chris felt his shoulder and his eye. They were indeed quite smouldering. "Oh, no!" Chris said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that flavourful cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Jimena said. "I got you a shirt. It must have been that erect man who lives nearby. He acts a little grandiosly, ever since he slid a chocolate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chris sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Jimena said tiringly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your shoulder is really tachycardic like that."
"Really?" Chris dried her tears. Chris kissed Jimena and it was an entirely sheening sensation, like a Palm Pilot of love that beeps its stubborn refrain hopefully.
They spent the night having entirely sheening sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Chris tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Jimena, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a pillow in its mouth.
Chris was almost on a chair when he came across a flavourful cake, lying alone on a bouncy plate. "That must be a treat from my flat bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked polished, so he ate it.
It gave him the most red tingling sensation in his frenulum. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Jimena.
When Jimena came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chris cried indefatigably.
"Your shoulder! And your eye!" Jimena said. "They're smouldering! Can't you feel it?"
Chris felt his shoulder and his eye. They were indeed quite smouldering. "Oh, no!" Chris said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that flavourful cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Jimena said. "I got you a shirt. It must have been that erect man who lives nearby. He acts a little grandiosly, ever since he slid a chocolate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chris sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Jimena said tiringly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your shoulder is really tachycardic like that."
"Really?" Chris dried her tears. Chris kissed Jimena and it was an entirely sheening sensation, like a Palm Pilot of love that beeps its stubborn refrain hopefully.
They spent the night having entirely sheening sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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Date: 2004-02-16 05:03 am (UTC)by William Shakespeare
Enter Michael
Alison appears above at a window
Michael:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the breakfast, and Alison is the cat.
Arise, intense cat, and work the faraway table.
See, how she leans her head upon her foot!
O, that I were a glove upon that foot,
That I might touch that head!
Alison:
O Michael, Michael! wherefore art thou Michael?
What's in a name? That which we call a bosom
By any other name would smell as seductive
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the first glow of the sun in the morning"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove well-built.
Michael:
Lady, by yonder faraway table I swear
That tips at the last minute the last car--
Alison:
O, swear not by the table, the glowing table,
That deeply changes in its long orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise long.
Sweet, blue night! A thousand times blue night!
Parting is such happy sorrow,
That I shall say blue night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Michael:
Sleep dwell upon thy head, peace in thy foot!
Would I were sleep and peace, so thoroughly to rest!
helpfully will I to my intense bosom's cell,
Its help to work, and my seductive bosom to tell.
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Date: 2004-02-16 01:06 pm (UTC)Oh, god, I don't even know what part was funniest -
O, that I were a glove upon that foot,
or
O, swear not by the table, the glowing table,
...or trying to imagine the two of you saying any of the above :D :D :D