Elena Felt-Reyner! / Sirius Black With Tits! (doneinbydrapery) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2009-09-08 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #media, [radio: 10pm-12am], elena felt-reyner |
who → Miss Electra Blaze (Elena Felt Reyner)
what → Dark Midnight on Reincarnate Radio.
when → Tuesday, 10pm.
warnings → Elena's involved. Sex talk within.
It's Tuesday, it's ten o'clock and this is mostly definitely not Top of the Pops. I'm your one stop shocker of a host, Miss Electra Blaze and this is Dark Midnight, playing music and talking your ear off till the big double zero rolls up. Let's start tonight's festivities with my weekly dare, shall we? For this week, me and my best mate have been having a bad time of it lately. Thank you, thank you, I can hear the tiniest of violins playing just for us but it's been our sex life. Problem being that we don't actually have sex, just being mates and all. So he's suggested this week's dare-o-rama, it being we go see a "sex therapist". I really don't mean there to be quotes there. They're helping people achieve orgasm and hold an erection, it's god's work if you ask me. I don't think the poor lady had any idea what she was getting herself into with us, boys and girls. We had a long, long, long list of complaints about one another. You see, he's a missionary kind of guy, likes the light off and enjoys a good pair of socks on while he's doing his business. I don't know when this sock thing started, but I'm starting to think I'm living with Dumbledore. As for his complaints, total religious intolerance. He won't let me sacrifice an animal on the bed before we do it, so you can see why we needed professional help. He needed to deal with his total disregard of my religious beliefs and to get rid of the sock thing. Not to mention he won't allow a trampoline in the boudoir. Most people would be happy to see a pair of tits, however modest, bopping about in the bedroom, but not my roomie. He just thinks the stuffed animals stare at us because I'm naked and won't wear the socks. I'm not sure this poor old girl had ever dealt with a sock problem as severe as this, but we did try to explain it to her. It's a serious addiction, ladies and gentlemen. While we didn't get her to faint from the shock, we did succeed in getting a few 'what the hell' faces from a supposed professional so it's all in a days work. I think I'd do a bit better, so I'll suggest in the absense of another week without the lovemeister on a Sunday night, you give me a call and we'll see what we can sort. Tell you what, though. Worth seventy quid to watch Matt describe his special relationship with Mr. Bunnyuns? Hell, yes. Now why don't we get to something that's actually interesting and play some music. I'll be back right after this. |