You have my permission to archive the following at jadfe.  You can 
list it under Cousin Shelley (I have one story archived on your site) 
but I'd like it if you could leave the following intact.  If you 
don't want to, then just remove all the 'Innocent Pornwriter' 
references. :)
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[Innocent Pornwriter is a good friend of mine. She's a *reluctant* 
porn writer (can't bring herself to write words like f*ck or c*ck) 
who's in desperate need of an ear for dialogue, a good editor, and 
maybe a few good men. She also tends to write while picturing a 
Fabio-graced romance-novel cover in her head. 

I'm told she wrote this while premenstrual, directly after eating two-
and-a-half bags of peanut M&Ms. Go figure.]
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Love That Burns Forever And Ever And Melts Everything

by Innocent Pornwriter
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"LaCroix, I can't hold back these feelings any longer. I want you to 
ride me like the stallion you are, or rather, I'd be the stallion 
wouldn't I, and you . . . you'd be the jockey. Only you're much, much 
too tall and heavy to be a jockey. But that's not to say you're fat,
oh *merde*, but no, you're just stocky and masculine and--"

LaCroix smacked Nick across the face. "Snap out of it! You never 
talk like that, Nicholas. What's wrong with you?" He leered at his 
lusty son. "Now, drop trow and show me that impressive foreskin-clad 
tallywhacker of yours before I open up a can of whoop-ass . . . mon 
coeur."

Nicholas tore off all his clothing. He then ripped off LaCroix' 
black silk underwear with his teeth, which was quite a feat 
considering he hadn't removed LaCroix' slacks yet. This enraged the 
ivory-toned former-Roman-General-turned-vampire to such a degree, he 
grabbed Nicholas by his silken, golden, flaxen locks and twisted his 
head back at what looked to be a very uncomfortable angle.

"Oh, Nicholas, what you just did with my undergarments . . . that was 
momentarily the worst wedgie I've had in these 2000 years. Some day, 
you'll wear similar clothing, and I will give you a wedgie of equal 
intensity so you will feel the pain that I have felt. . . I *will* 
have retribution. Are we agreed?" he growled while snarling and 
looking very vicious.

"Oh, Master, pump into my puckered orifice, now, now! Your 
domineering tone makes my nether parts stiffen and quiver." 

LaCroix bent his headstrong son over with one twist of the hair. 
They had anal intercourse, and they moaned and cried out to each 
other. Nick hummed Gloria Gaynor tunes until finally he cried 
out: "Oh, LaCroix, ejaculate! Let your man-juices flow freely!"

Their moans rose in pitch and intensity, until they reached orgasms 
so intense they both cried from sheer joy, then fainted. 

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Cousin Shelley
(posting for Innocent Pornwriter, of course)
csnshelley@yahoo.com