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Werewolf XXVIII - Eastenders
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Right, here it is. The information about someone who played an important role. The most important character in the whole damn show.
Pat Bloody Butcher.
Here's a fun fact. There probably wasn't as influential a character as Pat Butcher. She's always been someone I admired.
Actually, admired seems a bit insignificant of a word. Adored?
Truth be told, I've got a massive GILF fetish. Just....yum. Older, the better. And truth is, she was the most influential part of that. Growing up as a teenager, Mom watched nothing but EastEnders, so always had it on. And I tended to watch. She thought it was cause I enjoyed watching the show.
Nah, man. It was Pat Butcher.
The hoop earrings. The fur coats. The cotton shirts. The slight hint of her massive boobs, just begging to be motorboated. Just was just.....yum.
I often wondered what she smelled like. I never got to sniff her, but I can imagine the strength of her perfume to match her style. I spent years looking for even an ounce of information online about it, fan clubs and Eastender fanatics being questioned intensively. But no one could ever tell me.
One guy gave me pictures he said were of her feet. I didn't believe her, but I was a young, horny teenager so those pictures got their usage.
God, I wish I could have met her. I fantasied about her adopting me, and then teaching the young boy how to become a man. Her strong frame entwined around my own pudgy torso, our tougnes locked in a battle, exchanging fluids. The exchange of a cigarette after the fact, the aroma of smoke wrapped around our naked bodies.
But alas, I guess such a fantasy will have to stay just that for now. A shame. I just have to make do with photoshoped pictures. It annoys me that none of the lads mags ever wanted to publish puctures of a REAL woman.
Still, years latter, every woman must stand up in comparison to Pat Butcher. All fail though.
What? You guys were expecting something else from me?
Huh. Wonder if the wolves were too?
Connor and Derry certainly took an interest in me over the last hour. Fiona cracking a joke too.
Peace out!0 -
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Barbara WW wrote: »Right, here it is. The information about someone who played an important role. The most important character in the whole damn show.
Pat Bloody Butcher.
Here's a fun fact. There probably wasn't as influential a character as Pat Butcher. She's always been someone I admired.
Actually, admired seems a bit insignificant of a word. Adored?
Truth be told, I've got a massive GILF fetish. Just....yum. Older, the better. And truth is, she was the most influential part of that. Growing up as a teenager, Mom watched nothing but EastEnders, so always had it on. And I tended to watch. She thought it was cause I enjoyed watching the show.
Nah, man. It was Pat Butcher.
The hoop earrings. The fur coats. The cotton shirts. The slight hint of her massive boobs, just begging to be motorboated. Just was just.....yum.
I often wondered what she smelled like. I never got to sniff her, but I can imagine the strength of her perfume to match her style. I spent years looking for even an ounce of information online about it, fan clubs and Eastender fanatics being questioned intensively. But no one could ever tell me.
One guy gave me pictures he said were of her feet. I didn't believe her, but I was a young, horny teenager so those pictures got their usage.
God, I wish I could have met her. I fantasied about her adopting me, and then teaching the young boy how to become a man. Her strong frame entwined around my own pudgy torso, our tougnes locked in a battle, exchanging fluids. The exchange of a cigarette after the fact, the aroma of smoke wrapped around our naked bodies.
But alas, I guess such a fantasy will have to stay just that for now. A shame. I just have to make do with photoshoped pictures. It annoys me that none of the lads mags ever wanted to publish puctures of a REAL woman.
Still, years latter, every woman must stand up in comparison to Pat Butcher. All fail though.
What? You guys were expecting something else from me?
Huh. Wonder if the wolves were too?
Connor and Derry certainly took an interest in me over the last hour. Fiona cracking a joke too.
Peace out!
Shot your load early dude0 -
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Barbara WW wrote: »Right, here it is. The information about someone who played an important role. The most important character in the whole damn show.
Pat Bloody Butcher.
Here's a fun fact. There probably wasn't as influential a character as Pat Butcher. She's always been someone I admired.
Actually, admired seems a bit insignificant of a word. Adored?
Truth be told, I've got a massive GILF fetish. Just....yum. Older, the better. And truth is, she was the most influential part of that. Growing up as a teenager, Mom watched nothing but EastEnders, so always had it on. And I tended to watch. She thought it was cause I enjoyed watching the show.
Nah, man. It was Pat Butcher.
The hoop earrings. The fur coats. The cotton shirts. The slight hint of her massive boobs, just begging to be motorboated. Just was just.....yum.
I often wondered what she smelled like. I never got to sniff her, but I can imagine the strength of her perfume to match her style. I spent years looking for even an ounce of information online about it, fan clubs and Eastender fanatics being questioned intensively. But no one could ever tell me.
One guy gave me pictures he said were of her feet. I didn't believe her, but I was a young, horny teenager so those pictures got their usage.
God, I wish I could have met her. I fantasied about her adopting me, and then teaching the young boy how to become a man. Her strong frame entwined around my own pudgy torso, our tougnes locked in a battle, exchanging fluids. The exchange of a cigarette after the fact, the aroma of smoke wrapped around our naked bodies.
But alas, I guess such a fantasy will have to stay just that for now. A shame. I just have to make do with photoshoped pictures. It annoys me that none of the lads mags ever wanted to publish puctures of a REAL woman.
Still, years latter, every woman must stand up in comparison to Pat Butcher. All fail though.
What? You guys were expecting something else from me?
Huh. Wonder if the wolves were too?
Connor and Derry certainly took an interest in me over the last hour. Fiona cracking a joke too.
Peace out!
Can I ask. Were you just posting crap for the sake of it?0 -
Desmond WW wrote: »Can I ask. Were you just posting crap for the sake of it?
See if the wolves decide to take a stupid shot, save the village losing anyone important
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Barbara WW wrote: »Right, here it is. The information about someone who played an important role. The most important character in the whole damn show.
Pat Bloody Butcher.
Here's a fun fact. There probably wasn't as influential a character as Pat Butcher. She's always been someone I admired.
Actually, admired seems a bit insignificant of a word. Adored?
Truth be told, I've got a massive GILF fetish. Just....yum. Older, the better. And truth is, she was the most influential part of that. Growing up as a teenager, Mom watched nothing but EastEnders, so always had it on. And I tended to watch. She thought it was cause I enjoyed watching the show.
Nah, man. It was Pat Butcher.
The hoop earrings. The fur coats. The cotton shirts. The slight hint of her massive boobs, just begging to be motorboated. Just was just.....yum.
I often wondered what she smelled like. I never got to sniff her, but I can imagine the strength of her perfume to match her style. I spent years looking for even an ounce of information online about it, fan clubs and Eastender fanatics being questioned intensively. But no one could ever tell me.
One guy gave me pictures he said were of her feet. I didn't believe her, but I was a young, horny teenager so those pictures got their usage.
God, I wish I could have met her. I fantasied about her adopting me, and then teaching the young boy how to become a man. Her strong frame entwined around my own pudgy torso, our tougnes locked in a battle, exchanging fluids. The exchange of a cigarette after the fact, the aroma of smoke wrapped around our naked bodies.
But alas, I guess such a fantasy will have to stay just that for now. A shame. I just have to make do with photoshoped pictures. It annoys me that none of the lads mags ever wanted to publish puctures of a REAL woman.
Still, years latter, every woman must stand up in comparison to Pat Butcher. All fail though.
What? You guys were expecting something else from me?
Huh. Wonder if the wolves were too?
Connor and Derry certainly took an interest in me over the last hour. Fiona cracking a joke too.
Peace out!
Babs that has just put a huge smile on my face. Beautiful post. Thank you so much0 -
It’s a cold dark morning in Walford and the village are still in shock with the return of the dangerous rogue, Nick Cotton. Den had been scheming on the best course of action after a long and tense night. After a long phone discussion, it was decided it was time to eliminate a problem. It was still early in the morning and some people were trying to sleep off a hangover.
Sure enough, as night follows day, his next victim was leaving the Cafe with a Bacon Sarnie, making his way home. Den watched as he smoked away nonchalantly as his prey went into the house. Wellard can be heard barking in the distance, outside someone else’s house, while Peggy Mitchell can be seen chucking someone out of the pub in the background, as Den waited till the door closed before walking up and knocking.
As the door swung open, Den pushed his victim through the door and a tussle ensued. Den was struggling to over power his victim and actually looked to be losing the battle, when BOOM…………….. A blow from behind takes out the unsuspecting villager. A man stands over the victim with an Iron in hand.
“I had to Iron out some differences with the wee fella” said a voice in a thick Scottish accent.
Trevor Morgan is revealed as a member of Dens Eastend Wolfpack
Den is helped up and they survey their victim whos blood is pouring all over the carpet.
Trevor : When are the other two gonna get their hands dirty Den"
Den : All in good time Mr Morgan, all in good time"Desmond WW has been killed.0 -
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Gertrude WW wrote: »Not enough of a fetish as to get involved with corpses Dessie
Speaking of corpses.
RIP Desmond.
Detective Babs had no notes on Desmond at all.
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Barbara WW wrote: »Speaking of corpses.
RIP Desmond.
Detective Babs had no notes on Desmond at all.
I hadn’t noticed anything about him one way of the other except that he voted for me last night0 -
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