Friday, July 06, 2007

A hybrid ginger sex filled Friday!!! For all of you!




Oh my, it's almost too much, between his nippley goodness and his acting skills, and all that gingerosity... Oooohh, seriously, I may need to lie down somewhere quiet, so that I may close my eyes and wander what such a union might be like. I can see it now...

It's a hot sunset in Miami somewhere. Out in the kidney shaped pool some chap is floating face down, the back of his head nothing more than mince and hair plugs. The one and only witness is lounging on a sofa in a pool side cabana. She has GSR on both her hands and high heels on her feet, oh and a short but slinky robe that keeps threatening to open... and perhaps one of those new Prada turbans she thinks are rather chic but impractical for doing the shopping in Superquinn.
She's waiting to be interviewed by the local police, determined and confident that she can resist even their most hardened bad cop good cops routines. But then, just as the sun drops behind the desert mountains, a glow, a russet fiery glow catches her eyes, and her loins quiver.
It is he, the only ginger naked oiled policeman in all of MIami, they've sent in the big guns. He's a blunderbuss of peach hues, a cannon of freckly muscles, a flame thrower of gingeritis.
He is,
Caruso-Top.
And when he speaks no one can hear him. No one. 'Cept her.

'Fatmammycat?'
'Yes Caruso-Top?'
'Are...'
'Yes?'
'you...'
'Yes yes?'
'too...
'Yes YES?"
'Warm...'
'Uh-huh, oh yeah baby.'
'in that...'
'Oh god, oh ginger.'
........'I was going...'
'Pant pant'
'to say....'
'Eeeeeeee.'
'robe, but you.....
'appear to be....
'Keep talking Caruso-Top, don't stop! mumble... MUMBLE SOME MORE! Oh lather me in cliches.'
'naked already.'
'GET YOUR SUNGLASSES!!!'
Caruso-Top puts sunglasses on, places hands on hips, gazes into sunset. He glistens, his curly wurlies crackle and bob in the oncoming twilight.
'You know...'
'WHAT?? SAY IT! SAY IT!'
'A rolling stone gathers no moss.'
'Oh you hot confusing ginger bitch! I did it! I'm guilty as sin! I murdered him. OH IT"S ON! Oh god, you're so pink and... are they loafers.... they are, aren't they? Good god, take me TAKE ME!'
'All righty then. I'll be your ginger pony.
'Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..........'


The weekend is here chumley-warners. Enjoy!

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20 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Bestill thy beating heart and get over this gingervitis. It can come to no good.

12:18 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

NEVAH!

12:33 p.m.  
Blogger The Painted Ass said...

O mein gott! Make it stop! Wait, no, do Josh Homme, do Josh Homme! (er, please)

12:41 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I would like to but I fear Sweary might know where I live.

12:42 p.m.  
Blogger Megan McGurk said...

My eyes!
Dear goddess, woman.
Love the turbin bit. It's so femme fatale and noirish.

1:06 p.m.  
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Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Did you just say his curly wurlies crackle?

Sweet Jesus!

2:11 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, I do love your ginger pictures!

2:41 p.m.  
Blogger Cycles Goff said...

sick, sick, sick.

next week topless ginger ladies, perhaps?

3:40 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tell me, is the Paramour of the gingerness you salivate over? If not, does he know/understand your unhealthy obsession? And you know, it's one thing to have this little kink in your character, FMC. It's quite another to expose it so joyously to the rest of us!!!!

5:20 p.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

Well said, Bonnie. I reckon it all started with Hill Street Ginger, then there was NYPD Ginger and now it's CSI Ginger. To think there used only be one 'Caruso'.

5:31 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Evening Chumlies! God damn work getting in the way of a day's faffing about.
I"m glad you're all as droolingly smitten as I am by Caruso-top.
I believe I might watch a spot of him later this very evening and stand in awe of the way he never EVEN ONCE raises his voice above a low drone, or needs to say more that four or five words a sentence, not like the rest of us mere plebs.
Bonnie sweetie, the paramour has dark hair, quite close to black really-the parts that aren't 'dusty' that is. Yes 'dusty', that's what he claims whenever I pat his temple. I was just telling him the other day that with enough brylcream and a pinky ring he could do an excellent impression of 'Paulie' from The Sopranos. He wasn't terribly impressed by this for some reason or other.

6:16 p.m.  
Blogger FINN said...

didn't think fatmammycat.com could get any better.
was wrong.

YAY for fatcat pron!

8:30 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"YAY for fatcat pron!"

I think Finn meant "porn"???

So Cat, what does the Paramour make of your ginger kink?

8:38 p.m.  
Blogger Fat Sparrow said...

This is wrong, so very very wrong.

The Fledgling Sparrow was passing by the computer, and she nearly went blind.

2:16 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

The paramour is a good sort, as long as I don't start insisting he wears a curly red wig while we roll about he just accepts it as part of my charm.
So I just keep that wig in a box under the bed.

11:26 a.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

Oh my, that is so GREAT....could I use that pic????? Of course, I'll backlink it to you....

9:11 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Naturally Vixen, spread the ginger word!

9:29 p.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

7:47 a.m.  
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