Community Story: In the style of SeattleSmutWriter

[_Doctor Scratch]

When he arrived home, he set the bacon on the counter and observed that Jayme had changed outfits in his absence.

[_Blixa]

"What are you doing here?" asked delicate, rose-peddle-eyed Jayme of burley, muscular, sweaty Lehi.

"I, I, didn't expect you back so quickly!"

"Hush," intoned Lehi as he pressed a full-figured finger to her lips and maneuvered her slender frame over to the antique wooden kitchen table.

[_beastie]

"First," Jayme whispered, "you must drop your lawsuit."

[_Runtu]

The light cotton draped over her slight, yet voluptuous curves, and she looked at him with doe-like eyes, which seemed so inflamed with arousal that they reached out to him across the expanse between their anxious yet calm faces, melting his soul into puddles of wet precipitation.

[_Bond James Bond]

The light cotton draped over her slight, yet voluptuous curves, and she looked at him with doe-like eyes, which seemed so inflamed with arousal that they reached out to him across the expanse between their anxious yet calm faces, melting his soul into puddles of wet precipitation.

"Ignore the legal lawsuit." Lehi whispered, "we'll discuss about that on the beach next week."

[_Blixa]

"But don't you want me to cook your bacon first," Jayme's trembling lips pouted. "Heh heh," Lehi growled like a mountain troll, "oh, I want you to cook my bacon alright..."

[_Doctor Scratch]

"But don't you want me to cook your bacon first," Jayme's trembling lips pouted. "Heh heh," Lehi growled like a mountain troll, "oh, I want you to cook my bacon all right..."

She tore open the package with her teeth and used her dainty fingers to extract a glistening slice from the rows of pink and white meat. She held it up daintily to her nearly semitic nose and sniffed.
"Mmmmm, smoky," she said.

[_Morley]

Her nearly Semitic nose twitched again.

[_Runtu]

Approving the first slice, she wrapped her slender fingers around the sharply creased shrink-wrapped package and eased the variegated folds of meat into the T-Fal skillet she had purchased with a rose-colored gift card from Williams-Sonoma, her breaths becoming short staccatos of anticipation.

[_Morley]

She'd never had bacon before.