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My cell phone rang. Lynn was closer to it than I, so she answered.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh hi, Jim. He's bus-- OH MY GOD, KEEP IT RIGHT THERE!" She gritted her teeth, let slip another "Oh my God," and dropped the phone to the floor.
Jim didn't know it, but he was about to hear a DP fisting session from start to finish. I tried to hit the "End" button on the phone with my foot, but my balance got thrown.
Fuck it. Tomorrow our friendship would just take on a new dynamic.
Date Written: October 30, 2004Comments:
Author: The Rid
Average Vote: 3.2
11/8/2004 Will Disney: DP = Director of Photography?
11/8/2004 Will Disney: Whose relationship?
11/8/2004 Litcube: Double Penetration. Fisting. That'll be some hole.
11/8/2004 anonymous: The relationship between Jim and the author. At least, I think he and Lynn are more than friends already.
11/8/2004 TheBuyer (4):
11/8/2004 anonymous: "He" in my comment being the author/narrator.
11/8/2004 Will Disney: That's what I thought!
11/9/2004 Litcube (3):
12/24/2004 Shane Mahoney (1): I fail to see how this piece addresses the pressing issue of how we are moving forward in our application of the North American ideal of preservation and the stewardship of our vital natural rezources.
07/29/2005 Mr. Negative (5): Shane Mahoney, you cunt.
07/29/2005 Kenji X (3): Litcube, unless the unnamed DP fister has very, very small hands.