A one paragraph romantic rendezvous choice

[Basra-]

Basra was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, plagued by a most crucial life altering choice before her. In her livingroom sat two very different men who want her, and she wants them with a less ardent zest, naturally. Getting both of them would work in an Eutopian manage toi' world but not in our muslim, sound sane world. She has to think fast, be practical and definitely go with her heart.(as this was matters of the heart) Basra is not acustomed to exercise her heart. (the existance of such heart is reputed not to exist) Her brains are the organ most exhausted. So she paced back and forth, plucking her finger nails, thinking deeply and soberly on what to do or who to do. The choice was obviously painful- she had to choose between a worldly gentleman of an older age or generation and a youthful vibrant boy toy. One was refined and the other was ruggedly defined. One was mature intelligent and the other immature & not exactly smart. One had the vivacity of a mascular physica, a testimony to the youthful emondiment. An adoonis if you will, with the connotation of a bantu adoon. The older gentleman of a generation of mystic nasabniimo and grace. He was reputed to be a casanova but not as easily or naturally boyish as the other. Basra was absolutely miserable in her room, waiting to be rescued by a prince who embodied these two qualities, so she may appropriately dumb both of them to secure her happiness. But alas she knew, she was NOT living the impractical world of fairytale. She had to make a drastic choice. So, finally she walked gracefully out of her room, meek and creep as a mouse, dutifully blusing red cheeks, eyes averting the eye contact of the two glaring manly zest.....she coughed to break that inappropriate lustful stares and began her short speech.

"Dear Sir Lug & Kramer---i have made my decision. I choose hyperactive as my future husband.

[Sir-Luggoyo]

Cradle robber

[Basra-]

Sir lug .loooooooooool hperactive is not in a craddle!

[ms.naliaa]

Leave Hyperactive alone you supr-sized ficticious slut.
hes just a kid.

[Basra-]

ms nalia..what did u call me?

[Sir-Luggoyo]

Sir lug .loooooooooool hperactive is not in a craddle!

He is still suckling for God's sake, let the kid enjoy his toys for a while and come to papa

[Addoow]

great story,loved it.

nalia

[ms.naliaa]

Basra was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, plagued by a most crucial life altering choice before her. In her livingroom sat two very different men who want her, and she wants them with a less ardent zest, naturally. Getting both of them would work in an Eutopian manage toi' world but not in our muslim, sound sane world. She has to think fast, be practical and definitely go with her heart.(as this was matters of the heart) Basra is not acustomed to exercise her heart. (the existance of such heart is reputed not to exist) Her brains are the organ most exhausted. So she paced back and forth, plucking her finger nails, thinking deeply and soberly on what to do or who to do. The choice was obviously painful- she had to choose between a worldly gentleman of an older age or generation and a youthful vibrant boy toy. One was refined and the other was ruggedly defined. One was mature intelligent and the other immature & not exactly smart. One had the vivacity of a mascular physica, a testimony to the youthful emondiment. An adoonis if you will, with the connotation of a bantu adoon. The older gentleman of a generation of mystic nasabniimo and grace. He was reputed to be a casanova but not as easily or naturally boyish as the other. Basra was absolutely miserable in her room, waiting to be rescued by a prince who embodied these two qualities, so she may appropriately dumb both of them to secure her happiness. But alas she knew, she was NOT living the impractical world of fairytale. She had to make a drastic choice. So, finally she walked gracefully out of her room, meek and creep as a mouse, dutifully blusing red cheeks, eyes averting the eye contact of the two glaring manly zest.....she coughed to break that inappropriate lustful stares and began her short speech.

"Dear Sir Lug & Kramer---i have made my decision. I choose hyperactive as my future husband.

Or anything for that matter...


You set yourself up for that one kiddo

[Babygirl-]

Leave Hyperactive alone you supr-sized ficticious slut.
hes just a kid.

She could be his mother.

[Diyeeshaha_Tolka]

i dont think hyper would say no to pu$$y,,even if it's basra..nin carabta jooga kuleeyl haya ayaa moog tihiiin

[Voltage]

God bless Basra.

[Jamac_Yare]

you fat bitch your mine by hook or cook

[Basra-]

Awwwww Vo God bless u as well.



Baby....

[Nabeela]

"Dear Sir Lug & Kramer---i have made my decision. I choose hyperactive as my future husband.

Basra, does that mean I can have Sir Luggoyo all to myself?

[Basra-]

Nabs, over my dead body. Nayaa get yo own man--- i thought u into fat sudanese?? uuufff