Here's the premise for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's an excerpt:
When she turned back to him he was stark naked. No sense in wasting precious time. The smile that lit her face confirmed he’d made the right move. She sashayed closer, her eyes trained on his cock, and it jerked in response.
Her hand reached out and gently stroked his balls. He clenched his jaw and focused on breathing.
“Nice nuts” she murmured.
He chuckled, lifting her chin so their eyes met. “Don’t eat them.”
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On Friday I celebrated my champagne birthday (31 on the 31st). The best part of my day, besides the cake made from cupcakes from my co-workers, was being carded at the convenience store when I bought a lottery ticket. It's possible the guy was flirting with me, but I prefer to think that I still look 18. :D Wishing you all a spectacular week! Enjoy the Superbowl, or at least the commercials!