Community Story: In the style of SeattleSmutWriter

[_Morley]

"I didn't know bacon was so short," she murmured passionately with a passion so deep and wide that she had to gasp in breathless and passionate joy.

[_Doctor Scratch]

"Nevermind, just wait til you taste my sausage," Lehi grunted. "Washed down with glass of ice-cold milk."

She tossed back her gold-tressed head and laughed--a spritely tintinabulation of echoing lilts and joyous giggles.

[_Blixa]

But in her mind, Jayme was reeling. "Meat and milk? Together? What other Old Testament taboos would Lehi tempt her to break?"

[Guest]

"Did you copyright this bacon recipe?" Jaymee purred, eager to push from her mind any unclean dietary restrictions she'd read in her uncle Bartleby's dusty religious tomes. "It's simply divine."

[_Everybody Wang Chung]

Jamye's heiny was like the African continent, dark and so far unexplored, yet Lehi knew it would not be long before he explored the heart of darkness as he twirled his large, bushy moustache, his eyes examining Jaymye's body like a plumber searching for leaks. Only the vocal stylings of Janice Kapp Perry over the speakers could drown out his body's yearnings.

[_MrStakhanovite]

“That’s a man’s business” Lehi replied curtly, he knew she craved the submissive role, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her just quiver in sweet release to his priesthood authority, melting like dark chocolate under the hot solar sun.

[_Doctor Scratch]

A plethora of images continued to cascade through her mind: crimson lobster, rosy hued honey cured ham, and her pouty cherubic mouth parted in confusion.
"Never mind, my sweet," said Lehi as he pressed a firm, sausage-shaped finger to her taught and quivering lips. "These were the foods of our ancesters." His brow furrowed, the lines in his forehead drawn together like hastily drawn parabolas. "You see," he went on, "We are both descended from the same race of peoples. There names were..." A bead of sweat had formed at his temple and now it fell, in slow motion, motes of light collecting kaleidoscopically within its crystal clear rainbow of perfection before it splashed on Jayme's downy peach-fuzzed thigh. "...Nephites and Lamanites."

[_Blixa]

Sweeping Jayme's dusky behind with his eyes, Lehi reflected on another Lehi's journey into the wilderness. "It will not be long until I, too, reach the land of Bountiful and pitch my tent," he surmised.

[_Doctor Scratch]

Lehi was perspiring more profusely now; Jayme could see he was filled with apprehension which burned within him like smoldering charcoal. "I have to know," he said stammeringly. "Have you ever heard the expression--" he paused to clear his throat and swallow spit. "The expression...'Tight like unto a dish'?"

[_Morley]

"In the land of milky honey," he thought with his brain.