OK LPSGers, let's see how our story would unfold itself by having you write one sentence per entry. Rule 1: No consecutive entries. Rule 2: No "out of place" random sentence. Here we go... Once upon a time, Wilton was in deep sleep.
when along came a beautiful prince, his long, dark hair cascading over his shoulders, riding through the forest naked and bareback, carrying a silver scabbard, on a huge, white stallion. [I think the protagonist of this story ought to be called willtom in keeping with the lpsg theme, but no matter.]
The Prince, dismounting (the horse) began kneeling beside his awakening prize... licking his lips, he slowly reached a tentative hand outwards, beginning to touch the hot, semi hard throbbing flesh...
He continued, "I can see that your hair is sumptuous and your scabbard is long, but you wear no armor, and touching me there could cause an explosion that would send ropes of hot love lava all over you, burning your sensuous, slightly sweating skin."
