M Database Inspector (cheetah)
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|airJuice - 39 Rows|
I was driving a cat to the airport that night.
The three of us had coffee,
and she told me a previous boyfriend did it with sheep.
She did me the next night.
I said, OK, but loveless.
She said, I don't mind. I just wanna do your nails
and everything else.
My hormones said OK and it lasted yet another week.
I was strong and could hold my hormones for
two whole meetings before she managed to do me.
On the third night she did me.
On the forth night, at two AM her body asked
my hormones if they happen to be awake.
She probably thought she was testing my resolve.
I giggled in my sleep and did her.
On the fifth night she thought my resolve could use better testing.
Anywho, slowly but surely,
she upped doing me by one a night,
until we got to six.
She used to drive me home in the mornings,
where I would go to sleep
while she went to work.
After a month of such self torture
she was totally insane for close to zero sleep
and we broke it off.
Nitty was in the background,
ambushing the next round,
and took advantage of the sleep split-ups
Betty used to take occasionally.
Due to a miscalculation of timing on her part,
I was forced to break it off one day,
as Betty was quite time consuming.
Me and Nitty never did it since.
I was finally ready for Marriage.
In answer to a question I was asked by
a guy I fell for at a party:
So, you want my air juice.
You have no clue what size trap you just fell into, and
I apologize for having set it with zero consciousness.
Its called love, I think, but how could I possibly
see this one coming, albeit the long hair.
|5||Ego Trip Break||
In contradiction to the existence of these pages,
I was never the type to run tell the friends.
There were times I thought it immoral,
other times vainly arrogant,
but by now I don't even call this type of bragging frustrating,
just useless for the Ego, so why bother.
Its just a waste of valuable Tantra joy time.
The greatest joy, in this respect,
is to have a life long repeating
story of the next wife coming home one day,
telling you with pride how she told off all her girl friends.
The shear numbers are so insanely unreal,
that I don't even need to hear any details to
have my ego being shot to the sky.
I already know the story from the previous copies,
and competition is simply non-existent.