In my books, as opposed to Snowflake's books, the lucky, lickalicious heroine, Cassie, usually wakes up beside several naked Olympic athletes whose overall good looks, hungedness, and stamina make them more deserving of gold medals than any performance in any stupid so-called sport. (And I mean medals so dazzling, they'll crisp your damned eyeballs.) All Cassie has to do is move one toe, and they're on her like a ring of fire-eyed convicts. I mean, this is some seriously hot shit.
The sex is so good it's crippling. Literally. When the boys and Cassie have finally had their fill, she thumps to the floor, sort of slithers into her kimono (with swooshes), and prepares the day's torments for her nemesis, the Flake.
Funny, but my mornings get off to the same start. So how do ya like me now?
(You'll have to click on the post title to figure out what Castanet is nattering about. I'm too busy to monitor her. Sorry. ~KZ)