The photograph within this photo was created by the GREAT Man Ray. His model here is Lee Miller, a wonderful photographer herself. They were sometimes partners in surrealism.
Today's contest is to do with this image OR something to do with the them or Love at First Site.
The trick? Today your comment has to be in the form of what is known as a Tom Swifty.
Go here and learn what it is, post yours in the comment section
and my favorite will be awarded a free copy of Bent Object of My Affection.
Contest is closed. Thanks for playing.
Wow, there were around 10 that were worthy, but I picked Marcia for the win.
Wow, there were around 10 that were worthy, but I picked Marcia for the win.
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"I'd rub that," he said disarmingly.
"She will be mine," he said pittedly.
"I'd love her, arms up or hands down." he said smoothly.
"I hope goddesses sweat," he thought feverishly.
"How speedily my stick could do that job", he mused spicily.
"I can't believe they'd leave that photo uncovered", he murmured censoriously.
"I gave her the breast years of my life", he said pitifully.
"I wouldn't even need to be paid!", he said freely. "I would be her bossom buddy and our time together would be filled with sweetness." he uddered freshly.
"I'll protect you," he announced romantically, tracing the woman's underarm. Then he looked her in the eye and whispered nimbly, "And you as well, my dear. You as well."
"nice photograph," he whispered candidly.
"You are disarmingly beautiful," he said smoothly, under his breath.
"Even if it's only for the morning, I'd like to be HER stick..." he thought to himself stiffly.
"I'm so nervous about my highbrow sweetheart discovering that I can't spell," he thought sweatly.
"I think I could keep her perspiration-free," Tom said dryly.
"Oh my god, she's half-naked!" Tom barely whispered.
"To not freshen that is the pits," he said Suavely.
"I could easily do the job." he said half-headedly.
"Damn, too bad we're two different species," Tom said alienatingly.
"What an OLD SPICE," once the woman heard him whispering he AXED his comment right away.
"I'd love to work for her," Tom said laboriously.
As one who always glossed over the superficial, he instead smoothly recounted the ways he was touched by her mind.
Mitchum gazed solidly upon his next conquest. No more hairy girls for me. He prickled at the thought of it.
"If it's in black and white, it's not porn!" he ejaculated artfully.
"I was made for her," he whispered secretly.
"Will you marry me?" he oxter pitifully.
"Talk about fashion forward," he said flatly. "The stink of success is all over this one," his voice rolled on.
"Might I be your strong, long-lasting subject?" he applied topically.
"No sweat," he said drily.
"What great pits" is all that rolled on and on in his mind.
"We could be rolling in the deep", Adele said soulfully.
"Damn, I'd love to plug her pores," he excreted openly.
“I love coming to this museum” he said patronizingly.
he sighs "too bad i'm a men's speed stick, just typical"
"Love is the pits," he moaned woefully.
"the optician fell in love with his new patient" she said idly
"I will give you all my protection, my love!" he proclaimed, hopping he would last forever!
"Without me she's got nothing, and I'm okay with that!" he thought naughtily.
"Then he saw the bear pit."I'll cast himself into it"he thought bravely.
"Her wondrous underarms are a blank canvas on which I could create a masterpiece", he said self-effacingly.
or better... self-less-ly.
“My idea is to spread over her skin in secret” spoke the hare vanishing.
"Nice coconuts!" he said huskily.
"Her perspiration is my ultimate aspiration," he said with naked ambition.
"I wish she could know how right we are for each other," he said guardedly.
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