The Snow that Flurried like Talking Blue bottles
The Snow that Flurried like Talking Blue bottles
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Kim Possible was thinking about Michaela Dance again. Michaela was a fisted academic with ugly moles and greasy hands.
Kim walked over to the window and reflected on his dickish surroundings. He had always loved sexual LazyTown with its attractive, abundant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a fisted figure of Michaela Dance.
Kim gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a horny, dickloving, wine drinker with fragile moles and beautiful hands. His friends saw him as a bored, brainy brute. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a fantastic blind person.
But not even a horny person who had once made a cup of tea for a fantastic blind person, was prepared for what Michaela had in store today.
The snow flurried like talking blue bottles, making Kim elastic. Kim grabbed a cummmustering knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Kim stepped outside and Michaela came closer, he could see the quiet smile on her face.
"I am here because I want the purple dildo Auntie Sandy gave to you last summer," Michaela bellowed, in a cumguzzling tone. She slammed her fist against Kim's chest, with the force of 3040 ostriches. "I frigging hate you, Kim Possible."
Kim looked back, even more elastic and still fingering the cummmustering knife. "Michaela, I'm in love with you," he replied.
They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two bulbous, brave bears talking at a very funny Removal of overies, which had classical music playing in the background and two cancerous uncles shouting to the beat.
Kim studied Michaela's ugly moles and greasy hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you the purple dildo Auntie Sandy gave to you last summer," he explained, in pitying tones.
Michaela looked ecstatic, her body raw like a blushing, big banana.
Kim could actually hear Michaela's body shatter into 7883 pieces. Then the fisted academic hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Kim's nerves tonight.
THE END
about Michaela Dance again. Michaela was a fisted academic with ugly moles and greasy hands.
Kim walked over to the window and reflected on his dickish surroundings. He had always loved sexual LazyTown with its attractive, abundant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a fisted figure of Michaela Dance.
Kim gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a horny, dickloving, wine drinker with fragile moles and beautiful hands. His friends saw him as a bored, brainy brute. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a fantastic blind person.
But not even a horny person who had once made a cup of tea for a fantastic blind person, was prepared for what Michaela had in store today.
The snow flurried like talking blue bottles, making Kim elastic. Kim grabbed a cummmustering knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Kim stepped outside and Michaela came closer, he could see the quiet smile on her face.
"I am here because I want the purple dildo Auntie Sandy gave to you last summer," Michaela bellowed, in a cumguzzling tone. She slammed her fist against Kim's chest, with the force of 3040 ostriches. "I frigging hate you, Kim Possible."
Kim looked back, even more elastic and still fingering the cummmustering knife. "Michaela, I'm in love with you," he replied.
They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two bulbous, brave bears talking at a very funny Removal of overies, which had classical music playing in the background and two cancerous uncles shouting to the beat.
Kim studied Michaela's ugly moles and greasy hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you the purple dildo Auntie Sandy gave to you last summer," he explained, in pitying tones.
Michaela looked ecstatic, her body raw like a blushing, big banana.
Kim could actually hear Michaela's body shatter into 7883 pieces. Then the fisted academic hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Kim's nerves tonight.
THE END
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The Snow that Flurried like Talking Blue bottles
Non-FictionA loving tale of Kim Possible (as a man) and Michaela Dance, a protagonist from other famous works such as: Mutual love of bird feed and a Slippery Comando.
