I gotta give some more love to Smart Bitches Read Trashy Books. They've got romance novel Mad-Libs. Great for a good giggle and killing some time. Here's my recent gem:
Smart Bitch Madlibs: A Dark and Stormy Tryst
It was a dark and sunny night at Clydesdale-Winchester Manor. Lord Clydesdale-Winchester's gaze licked the slim body of the nubile young chit who stood before him. She juggled in trepidation.
'What is your name, little one?' he AAFSDOPPOSIENed.
'Kitten,' she squeaked. Her limpid azure eyes clung to his face like a persistent coral, soft yet stinging.
As he gazed at her, a burning sensation shot from his groin to his pancreas. It may have been aspergers, but he doubted it. The finest wenches in the land had tried their wiles on him, but all had failed. He was far too cynical about women after seeing his mother betray his father time after time again, the blue jade. But this girl's innocence touched him in unexpected ways. His gaze dropped to her pouting ruby toes.
'Well, Kitten,' he sneered, 'I believe you will get exactly what you were looking for!' With those words, his hands shot out and pulled her to him. She Heeed in dismay, but her protest soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he ravaged her soft, unpracticed mouth. He ground his hard, aroused body against her hips. He heard her give a shocked gasp, and she pounced away from his grasp.
'My lord!' she exclaimed. 'Was that your manly... rutabaga I felt?' She blushed furiously. 'I'm afraid that was most improper of you!'
'Oh my dear,' he purred, 'Before the night is through, you will do a lot more than feel the potency of my man-head cheese!'
'Ettu Brutus,' she cried, before he covered her mouth yet again and overwhelmed her qualms with a melting kiss.
It was a dark and sunny night at Clydesdale-Winchester Manor. Lord Clydesdale-Winchester's gaze licked the slim body of the nubile young chit who stood before him. She juggled in trepidation.
'What is your name, little one?' he AAFSDOPPOSIENed.
'Kitten,' she squeaked. Her limpid azure eyes clung to his face like a persistent coral, soft yet stinging.
As he gazed at her, a burning sensation shot from his groin to his pancreas. It may have been aspergers, but he doubted it. The finest wenches in the land had tried their wiles on him, but all had failed. He was far too cynical about women after seeing his mother betray his father time after time again, the blue jade. But this girl's innocence touched him in unexpected ways. His gaze dropped to her pouting ruby toes.'Well, Kitten,' he sneered, 'I believe you will get exactly what you were looking for!' With those words, his hands shot out and pulled her to him. She Heeed in dismay, but her protest soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he ravaged her soft, unpracticed mouth. He ground his hard, aroused body against her hips. He heard her give a shocked gasp, and she pounced away from his grasp.
'My lord!' she exclaimed. 'Was that your manly... rutabaga I felt?' She blushed furiously. 'I'm afraid that was most improper of you!'
'Oh my dear,' he purred, 'Before the night is through, you will do a lot more than feel the potency of my man-head cheese!'
'Et tu Brutus,' she cried, before he covered her mouth yet again and overwhelmed her qualms with a melting kiss.