Saturday, September 27, 2008

Silly Saturday Fun

Posted by Christina Harlin

Sexy Scene Mad Lib

Oh, it’s a lazy Saturday, and I can’t think of a single fascinating thing to say. So we’re going to play a game! Everyone knows how to do a Mad Lib, right?



Write down an answer for each of the following word types requested.



Then, go to the comments section and copy and paste my skeleton text from the first comment box into your own word processor.



Fill in the corresponding numbered blanks with your answers.



No fair peeking at the skeleton text first! It’s not a real Mad Lib unless you don’t know what’s coming.

This is not homework, so don’t feel pressured. If you decide to play and come up with a good entry, please do share by posting your personal rendition in the comments section! I have posted one already that was completed by a friend of mine, and I thought it turned out pretty well.

Here is the list of words for filling in the blanks:

(1) A room in your house
(2) A piece of furniture
(3) Sexy adjective
(4) Type of shoe
(5) Number
(6) Color
(7) Clothing accessory
(8) Plural body part
(9) Sexy adjective
(10) Article of clothing
(11) A piece of furniture
(12) Body part
(13) Past-tense verb
(14) Plural measure of time
(15) A public place
(16) Outdoor activity
(17) Adjective
(18) Luxury item
(19) Non-luxury item
(20) Sexy adjective
(21) Sexy adjective
(22) Sexy adjective
(23) Shared activity
(24) A different shared activity
(25) A state of emotion
(26) Adjective
(27) Body part
(28) A group of people (such as a book club)
(29) Body part
(30) Sexy adjective
(31) Plural measure of time
(32) Body part
(33) Body part

15 comments:

  1. Skeleton Text:

    She leaned in the doorway of the (1)__________, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her (2)___________. She had donned her most (3)_______________ (4)_____________, with narrow (5)_____________-inch heels and glittering (6)_____________ (7)______________ at her (8)________________. Then she slipped on his (9)___________________ (10)____________________, so easily discarded at the foot of her (11)________________ a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her (12)________________. She wore nothing else. Desire (13)__________________ so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed that (14)_____________ had passed since she wanted anyone this much.
    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the (15)_______________, when he took her on a midnight (16)________________ under a (17)____________________ moon, when he bought her an expensive (18)_______________________ that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it. And then he had given her a (19)_____________________ in the same night, comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation. His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel (20)_________________ and (21)______________, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. Her anticipation was almost too (22)_____________________ to relinquish.
    “You had a confession?” he prompted.
    “What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? (23)_____________?”
    “(24)_______________,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.
    “I’d never tried anything like that before.”
    A slight tinge of (25)_________________ crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too (26)_______________ when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare (27)________________ back and forth. Still he asked, “And what did you think?”
    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My (28)_______________ have said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”
    “I didn’t mind.”
    “I’d like to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her (29)_______________, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been (30)_____________ for (31)__________________.”
    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened (32)________________ to her (33)________________ to guide her to him. “Show me.”

    (A slightly fiddled-with excerpt from "Mercury & Valentine", in the works by Christina Harlin.)

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  2. Here is my friend's version:

    She leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her bar. She had donned her most voluptuous mules, with narrow 18-inch heels and glittering blue buttons at her knees. Then she slipped on his moist hat, so easily discarded at the foot of her mirror a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her ankles. She wore nothing else. Desire ran so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed that decades had passed since she wanted anyone this much.

    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the Library, when he took her on a midnight tennis game under a round moon, when he bought her an expensive yacht that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it from him. And then he had given her a birdcage in the same night, imminently practical and comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation. His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel pulsing and throbbing, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. The anticipation was almost too ravenous to relinquish.

    “You had a confession?” he prompted.

    “What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? Monopoly?”

    “Bike riding,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.

    “I was nervous,” she said. “I’d never tried anything like that before.”

    A slight tinge of sadness crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too purple when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare mouth back and forth. Still he asked, “And what did you think?”

    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My sewing circle has said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”

    “I didn’t mind.”

    “I’d like a chance to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her stomach, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been nubile for moments.”

    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened face to her neck to guide her to him. “Show me.”

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  3. (FUN Christina! I was howling when I saw that mine was MUCH dirtier than your bike ride and sewing circle! What does that say about my mind? I go right for the dirty!)

    She leaned in the doorway of the bedroom, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her bed. She had donned her most come-do-me stilettos, with narrow four-inch heels and glittering red straps at her feet.

    Then she slipped on his silky shirt, so easily discarded at the foot of her bed a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her navel.

    She wore nothing else. Desire beat so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed that years had passed since she wanted anyone this much. 


    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the strip club, when he took her on a midnight stroll under a full moon, when he bought her an expensive bottle of wine that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it. And then he had given her a stuffed panda bear in the same night, comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation.

    His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel twitchy and hot, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. Her anticipation was almost too painful to relinquish.

    
“You had a confession?” he prompted.
“What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? Punishment?”

    
“Spanking,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.

    
“I’d never tried anything like that before.”
A slight tinge of dismay crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too forward when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare breasts back and forth.

    Still he asked, “And what did you think?”


    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My coworkers have said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”

    
“I didn’t mind.”

    
“I’d like to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her breasts, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been burning for you.”

    
He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened hand to her back to guide her to him. “Show me.”

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  4. That's so funny, Christina! I did it, but then I forgot you can't cut and paste to blogger on a MAC and I haven't the time it retype it. Rest assured I'll never play Bocce without thinking of this.

    LOL!

    Robin:)

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  5. Marie, yours turned out really hot! Nice job! That one sounds like a perfectly legit sex scene. Hmm, even subconsciously, your writing is sexy . . .

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  6. Robin, it's too bad this won't paste to mac. Oh well, we can put the blame on Microsoft. But thanks for stopping by!

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  7. Marie went seriously sexy. I went with silly on purpose! So much fun! Thanks Christina!!

    *****

    She leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her chair. She had donned her hottest sneaker, with narrow 7-inch heels and glittering peach ribbons at her legs. Then she slipped on his creamy breeches, so easily discarded at the foot of her desk a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her ear. She wore nothing else. Desire walked so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed days had passed since she wanted anyone this much.

    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the park, when he took her on a midnight skate under a happy moon, when he bought her an expensive sailboat that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it. And then he had given her a letter opener in the same night, comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation. His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel lusty and sweaty, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. Her anticipation was almost too hard to relinquish.

    “You had a confession?” he prompted.

    “What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? Chess?”

    “Bathing,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.

    “I’d never tried anything like that before.”

    A slight tinge of worry crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too speedy when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare knee back and forth. Still he asked, “And what did you think?”

    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My clowns have said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”

    “I didn’t mind.”

    “I’d like to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her buttocks, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been volumptuous for seconds.”

    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened neck to her elbow to guide her to him. “Show me.”

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  8. Fun game, Christina!

    You'll see how wrong I went though, in the next to last sentence.

    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened vagina next to her eye to guide her to him.

    That's just not an image you want to keep. LOL

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  9. Damn! This looks like fun! I'll come back when I have more time. Gotta go to work. Worked last night, worked the night before, gotta work two more....

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  10. Sharon, your madlib had me in stitches. Was it chess? No, it was bathing. "I've never tried anything like that before." Omigod. So funny.

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  11. MM, yes, that last sentence does put a whole new spin on the story. Definitely.

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  12. Aw, thanks for stopping by, Cheryl, but have fun (?) at work!

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  13. Okay, yes I did find this funny. Talk about foot in mouth disease.

    She leaned in the doorway of the bathroom, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her kitchen table. She had donned her most steamy heels, with narrow 13-inch heels and glittering lavendar belt at her toes. Then she slipped on his sultry panties, so easily discarded at the foot of her desk a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her neck. She wore nothing else. Desire tied so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed that eons had passed since she wanted anyone this much.

    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the coffee shop, when he took her on a midnight hunting under a big moon, when he bought her an expensive spa that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it. And then he had given her a soap in the same night, comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation. His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel sultry and naughty, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. Her anticipation was almost too lewd to relinquish.

    “You had a confession?” he prompted.

    “What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? Eating?”

    “Drinking,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.

    “I’d never tried anything like that before.”

    A slight tinge of tearfullness crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too nice when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare nipple back and forth. Still he asked, “And what did you think?”

    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My gardeners have said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”

    “I didn’t mind.”

    “I’d like to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her nose, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been lascivious for years.”

    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened ear to her finger to guide her to him. “Show me.”

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  14. Hey, Terra! I liked your entry too. Swinging her bare nipple back and forth? That certainly would be enticing. Thanks for playing. Once again I was in stitches.

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  15. Mine might not pass the censors!

    She leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, savoring the gratifying sight of him reclining lazily on her chair. She had donned her most succulent boot, with narrow six-inch heels and glittering blue belt at her toes. Then she slipped on his hot shirt, so easily discarded at the foot of her table a few minutes before, leaving it unbuttoned almost to her cock. She wore nothing else. Desire fucked so hard within her she could barely bring herself to act. It seemed that hours had passed since she wanted anyone this much.
    She knew he was seducing her when he took her to the park, when he took her on a midnight tennis game under a fabulous moon, when he bought her an expensive mink that she had only mentioned casually, understanding that it gratified him to give her this as much as it delighted her to receive it. And then he had given her an old shoe in the same night, comfortingly comical of him in the face of their flirtation. His obvious desire fueled hers, made her feel sensuous and delicious, capable of doing things she’d never dreamed of doing. Her anticipation was almost too sizzling to relinquish.
    “You had a confession?” he prompted.
    “What would you call it—what we did the last time we were together? Skinny dipping?”
    “Playing cards,” he replied, as if this were nothing unusual.
    “I’d never tried anything like that before.”
    A slight tinge of excitement crossed his features; he couldn’t think she was too soft when she stood there nearly naked and slowly swinging her bare penis back and forth. Still he asked, “And what did you think?”
    “I think I loved it,” she said. “My Ladies Aid Society have said all week that I was glowing. But you did most of the work.”
    “I didn’t mind.”
    “I’d like to try it again,” she said, at last allowing herself to advance toward him. His eyes grazed her ass, the low dip of cleavage, and this was answer enough for her. She confessed something else. “I’ve been curvaceous for days.”
    He placed his big, hard, slightly roughened hands to her tits to guide her to him. “Show me.”

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