No man and few women could resist Liz’s’ coffee brown eyes, alabaster skin, and perfectly pouting lips. She met them at pubs, groceries, and at the C of E. A slight smile and a wink and they were ready for a bit of Rumpy Pumpy!
This one, Phil Something, was struggling mightily with his left sock when he noticed the large burn marks on the carpet. As the their anticipation grew Phil noticed the smell of burning bacon. When her skin brushed his it was very, very hot, which Phil attributed his expert snogging.
He rolled onto his back and with her astride (which is when he noticed the sprinklers). Phil swore he could see flames smoldering behind those impossibly long lashes. When he arched his back in ecstasy he noticed that his flesh was beginning to boil. And as waves of pleasure overtook them, he burst into flames.
She dismounted Phil like a gymnast then lit a fag with a fingertip. As the sprinklers came on she headed for the loo. How nice of Phil to help her test the Flame Resistant mattress that he’d just delivered.