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OCBuckWife

I am the evil monkey in your closet
She wandered among the trees Aimlessly.
The creature regarded them Balefully.
The pudding was served Clumsily.
They played whist Distractedly.
She knitted mufflers Endlessly.
They searched the cellars Fruitlessly.
She danced on the sands Giddily.
He looked out the window Hopelessly.
He fell off the pier Inadvertently.
She toyed with her beads Jadedly.
They got themselves up Killingly.
He exposed himself Lewdly.
He ran through the hall Maniacally.
He sat in the train Numbly.
The doorbell rang Ominously.
It was in the trunk Presumably.
She let go of it Quickly.
He spoke to the child Repressively.
He disposed of the fragments Slyly.
She ran out of the room Tearfully.
He explained himself Unconvincingly.
She appeared on the roof Vapourously.
He struck her down Wilfully.
The piece was sung eXcruciatingly.
She watched him go Yearningly.
He wrote it all down Zealously.

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I put my parcels on a chair, walk around, get bored, sit down on the edge of an old mahogany desk, pick up and leaf through a three-year-old "New Yorker", which miraculously looks brand new. "This one, I guess," he says. I look over at the the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop: "I'd like to try it out." There is a peculiar shift: from one second to the next I have become disoriented, I am in alien territory, in a foreign century. He walks a few steps to where I am half-sitting on the desk, one foot on the floor, the other dangling. He pulls my skirt up over my left leg, which is resting on the desk, steps back, and strikes me across the inner thigh. The searing pain is an inextricable part of a wave of excitement that robs me of breath and speech and the ability to move; every cell in my body is awash with lust. It is silen in the small, dusty room. The clerks behind the counter have frozen. He slowly smooths down my skirt and turns to the older man, who is wearing a suit and still looks like an accountant, though a deep flush is spreading upward from his shirt collar.
"This one will do."

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The Man;881683; said:
got me there.....

Ok, ok, obscure passage in the book. Lets try the first paragraph of the first page.

The first time we were in bed together he held my hands pinned down above my head. I liked it. I liked him. He was moody in a way that struck me as romantic;he was funny, bright, interesting to talk to; and he gave me pleasure.

Hint: It's NOT a "romance" novel.
Hint: It's been made into a movie.
 
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The Man;881693; said:
knew the movie had to (cheat) google the author......McNeill

See , that's why I dont really agree with "trivia" posts on forums. Google, Dogpile..it's just not a fair bet! :biggrin:

Greenies to you when it lets me rep you again.


Damn but I hated that movie, mostly becaue Mickey Rourke is a gremlin of a man.

I JUST got a first edition hard copy of the book. I'm thinking I will give it a chance.
 
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Buckeyedynasty;881692; said:
Ok I quit...but thanks for playing Dynasty. :wink2:


But we have some lovely consolation prizes for you. Tell him what he's won!

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