Humor
A Month of Sundays: 1. Sex on legs
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling, etc. Lord of The Rings belongs to the Tolkien estate, etc. Not me. I'm only dabbling my unworthy fingers in their magical worlds.
Sex on legs
If only he could fall into Middle-earth. If only! Where else would he meet a woman as perfect for him as she?
He swooned, imagining her hypnotic come-to-bed eyes, her beautiful dark tresses - and those legs!
Oh, those luscious, luscious long legs! To feel them wrapped around him as the silken temptress bit and scratched his hairy back playfully …
What did he care if she was a bad girl?
He loved bad girls!
Groaning with frustrated desire, Aragog kicked his Lord of The Rings paperbacks away in disgust.
Why did he do this to himself? Shelob could never be his!
