LJ Idol Week 15: Nimbus
Once I dated a man named Jack who loved to tap that from the back. Of me. You see, I was his mistress because his Misses missed his advances. She wouldn’t even stick her hand down his britches. But I did.
And it sure was sensuously sinsuous. He had such thickness. And he sure knew how to work with this. In fact, it was a fact that Jack be nimbus, Jack be quickus, Jack jump over the candle stickus. With his big dickus. Flickus flickus clitoris. Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!
After a few months of physical bliss the whole thing turned into a vicious mess. I professed my love and he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t (wouldn’t) confess to that Misses and instead expressed that I would never be able to shop for a wedding dress.
I felt so invalid, so insulted. And this resulted in what happened next; photos of our sex. Sent to her office.
He should have been more cautious.
And it sure was sensuously sinsuous. He had such thickness. And he sure knew how to work with this. In fact, it was a fact that Jack be nimbus, Jack be quickus, Jack jump over the candle stickus. With his big dickus. Flickus flickus clitoris. Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!
After a few months of physical bliss the whole thing turned into a vicious mess. I professed my love and he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t (wouldn’t) confess to that Misses and instead expressed that I would never be able to shop for a wedding dress.
I felt so invalid, so insulted. And this resulted in what happened next; photos of our sex. Sent to her office.
He should have been more cautious.