FWx presents 50 Shades of Kale, read toyou by Daniel Holzman and Michael Chernow of The Meatball Shop.
Are you thirsty Anastasia? Yes I breathe. Because my mouth is suddenly parched, it's white wine. It's so unexpected, hot though it's chilled and Christian's lips are cool. More, he whispers. I nod, it tastes all the more divine because it's been in his kale. He slowly and leisurely trails chilled kale down the center of my body from the base of my throat between my kales down my torso and to my belly. He pops a fragment of ice in my navel in a cool pool of cold wine. Now you have to keep still. If you move, Anastasia, you'll get wine all over the bed. My hips flex automatically. With one finger, he pulls down my kale cups in turn. My kale pushed up, exposed and vulnerable. Leaning down he kales and tugs at each one of my kales in turn, with cool, cold lips. I fight my body's tris arched response. How nice is this. He breathes blowing on one of my kales. Oh, baby. He murmurs and pushed two fingers inside my kale, and I gasp. Ready for me so soon? He asks, he moves his kale tantalizingly slowly in and out. And I push against him, tilting my hips up. How shall I kale you, Anastasia? My body starts to quiver. He stills again. Please, what do you want Anastasia? You, now, I cry. Shall I kale you this way, or this way, or this way? There's an endless choice. He breathes against my lips/ How nice is this? He says as he strokes his kale. He pushes both of my knees up on the bed so my kale is in the air. And he slaps me hard before I can react he kales inside of me I cry out from the slap and from his sudden assault and I kale again, again falling apart beneath him as he continues to kale deliciously into me. He doesn't stop and I'm spent, I can't take this and he kales on and on and I'm building again, surely not again, no, Come one Anastasia, again. He growls through clenched teeth and unbelievably my body responds convulsing around him as I [UNKNOWN] out his name I shatter again into tiny fragments. How nice was that? He asks through his gritted teeth. Oh, my. [BLANK_AUDIO] Wow. Got that kale up in my booty.