sylvia seville

SYLVIA SEVILLE

A Fictional, Lyrical

Short Story Of

Little Consequence

By Izzy Ess of Inverness

And Monkey Business

Ms. Sylvia Seville survived the verbal insults of Ms. Gloria de Georgia, by tuning out Ms. Gloria in favour of some serious nude images of George C. England, the British actor who thrilled her when he played a sordid Robin Hood in BBC’s production of the Lion-Hearted Richard III of Great Britain.  She’d loved his leotards which bulged tremendously whenever lovely lasses brushed his ass.  Ms. Gloria responded by just screaming louder and attracting Jonathan who grabbed her by the nipples to just calm her down.

Our Gloria stopped screaming and she grabbed the groin of Jonathan and did yank on his quite flaccid member ‘til it hardened and it lengthened, so tremendously.  Sir Jonathan then grabbed her derriere and bared it in the marketplace for all to see.  She wiggled it and pushed it at the manhood of our Jonathan until he fished his hardened manhood out and pushed it into our Ms. Gloria’s kazoo.  Ms. Gloria did moan and grunt and lubricate quite wildly.  Jonathan responded by his piston-like internal poking and Ms. Gloria squealed repeatedly to indicate her pleasures were sublime and just in time with Jonathan’s great thrusting movements.

Our Sylvia was now completely free to see if Maximillian Hemingway was in the Bay of Pigs.  He was and was just thrilled to see her.   In the past, these two had had their pleasant interludes and danced in horizontal fashion through the nights of Knights on two occasions, eh?  They trundled off to Mandalay and lay beneath the stars seductively.  In fact, they bared their private parts and found a way to re-unite for dancing horizontally.  They danced for hours on end until poor Max was all dried up and had to be refreshed and watered to continue, eh?  They tried some waltzes and some mambos and succeeded in inducing waves of pleasure for them both.  Our Sylvia did crest so often, she was squealing with delight, until her Maximillian did explode and left a huge deposit deep within the honeypot of Sylvia which was extremely lubricated, hot and really juicy.  When Max exploded, so did she.

In Switzerland, the Papal Guard was called to guard the Pope because an unsophisticated woman, Lady Effingham, was effing angry that the Pope would not capitulate when she kissed his hand.  She shouted out that Pope Calliope was a homosexual because a hetero would have shown that he was man enough to kiss her back.  She had undressed and flashed her breasts and derriere, to no avail.  The Papal Guards just dragged her off to secret chambers of the Sistine Chapel where they silenced her by filling all her orifices with their private parts.  Apparently she did rescind her accusations and was satisfied the Guards were heteros and on their toes.  The Papal Guards secured her written statements but not before they had their way with her and she, with them.

In Washington, DC, the oval office was the scene of secret love between an intern and the President.  Underneath the oval office oval desk, Ms. Quality Assurance was completely filled with Mr. President’s good sense to use a condom, so what happened to Lewinski wouldn’t happen to Ms. Quality.  Ms. Quality had managed to get all her derriere quite bare and get her private parts around the President’s huge private parts to find a fit so great, it was easy to capitulate.  The Presidential tape made no mistake.  It did record the final chord of harmony between Ms. Q. and Trotsky, too.  Our Trotsky was the German Shepherd who watched over the affairs of oval officers.  Our Trotsky humped Ms. Quality while she was humping leaders of the USA.  The howling and the squealing was cacophony while the humping was a symphony of natural proportions.

In Swahililand, a band of elephants did trumpet strumpets as they serviced servicemen.  Suffice to say, in Mandalay, the repercussions were persuasive evidence that thirty pence was not enough for strumpets, eh?  Sixty pence was asked for and received.  Conceived were forty new Swahilis and a band of candy stripers who were innocents until they got a thrill with bands of dandy pipers who could toot and dance, to boot.

While back in Massachusetts, New Englanders who were entertaining Ye Olde Englanders, a not so famous rock and rolling group from Manchester, contrived to just revive the Spirit of St. Louis, eh?  They bared their derrieres and flaunted them ostensibly to find a fit with all the flitting Tinkerbelles and Annabelles and Isobelles that buzzed around the members of the proletariat.  The fits were fittingly appropriate.  In contrast, Prendergast was quite aghast when he discovered his own wife, a Jezebelle, enjoined with Alexander Graham Bell’s grandnephew, Billy Bell.  He watched them for a while before he disengaged them forcefully.  Admonishingly, he presented his own derriere to emphasize its size.  It was enormous and invited active spanking, which did turn him on.  Billy Bell was so impressed.  He pressed his derriere into the groin of Prendergast and was, at last, quite satisfied.  Jezebelle was so disgusted she ran off with Lulubelle to Muscatelle.

That night of Knights, Ms. Sylvia Seville achieved her goals with Maximillian and had a million great big laughs.  She got betrothed and was eventually attached to Maximillion’s Maximillian, legally.  For all the separations and divorces, pregnancies and sex affairs, the interludes and platitudes, there isn’t time or space to cover them enough to satisfy your curiosity.  This is

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

December 7, 2013

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