Fiction Friday - 05 October 2007
This Week's Theme: Use the first line of a nursery rhyme (your choice) to start your own story.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick...
Yes my dear, nimble I was, and quick, once upon a time. Old Jacky boy, he had a reputation y'see. All my ladies used to talk about me in 'ushed tones they did. Used to make 'em quiver. Watch out for that Jack, he's a bad boy is what they'd tell you. But my girls loved me, they never forgot Jack...
Now I'm an old man, I don't get about as much as I used to. But in my prime I was a real Jack the Lad. When there was fire in my belly I could go twice in a night. Now? Well my dear, once in a blue moon, so you're a lucky one and no mistake...
Shhhhh, 'ush now my girl, I'll have you gasping and trembling too, when wicked Jacky has his fun, soon enough, soon enough.
The ladies what was lucky enough to know me, you could tell 'em at a glance. They was never the same afterwards. Jack could make 'em gush. A few minutes with me, hard as steel, and my pretty girls was wet and dripping. Mmmm, I can still feel 'em, pressed close to me, just as close as you are now my girl. They'd tremble and gasp as I plunged into 'em deep, then finish off quick and they'd collapse - they'd never want another man after me. You could say I ruined 'em...
Deary me, what is the matter girl? Cat got your tongue?
No, cat ain't got it, but Jacky does. Another souvenir for 'is collection. A little trinket from another of 'is girls. What a saucy lad he is...
Yes my dear, nimble I was, and quick, once upon a time. Old Jacky boy, he had a reputation y'see. All my ladies used to talk about me in 'ushed tones they did. Used to make 'em quiver. Watch out for that Jack, he's a bad boy is what they'd tell you. But my girls loved me, they never forgot Jack...
Now I'm an old man, I don't get about as much as I used to. But in my prime I was a real Jack the Lad. When there was fire in my belly I could go twice in a night. Now? Well my dear, once in a blue moon, so you're a lucky one and no mistake...
Shhhhh, 'ush now my girl, I'll have you gasping and trembling too, when wicked Jacky has his fun, soon enough, soon enough.
The ladies what was lucky enough to know me, you could tell 'em at a glance. They was never the same afterwards. Jack could make 'em gush. A few minutes with me, hard as steel, and my pretty girls was wet and dripping. Mmmm, I can still feel 'em, pressed close to me, just as close as you are now my girl. They'd tremble and gasp as I plunged into 'em deep, then finish off quick and they'd collapse - they'd never want another man after me. You could say I ruined 'em...
Deary me, what is the matter girl? Cat got your tongue?
No, cat ain't got it, but Jacky does. Another souvenir for 'is collection. A little trinket from another of 'is girls. What a saucy lad he is...
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