"I thought I was in the swingers room for a second not the lounge "
It is most disconcerting to discover such dalliances happening, here, in our haven. My monocle popped right out and almost shattered on the ancient flagstones of the Lounge Scriptorium. I could almost see its crystalline depths, spread-eagled and forlorn, strewn across the limestone, as it arced and tumbled towards my yearning, desperate hand.
Fortunately, my hands have been highly trained by months of that fingerblasting that we know Fab women adore, so I caught the slippery beggar deftly, popped it back in, and my vision is restored.
Still, though. That sex beastliness rearing its ugly head in these hallowed halls. Don't hold with it. Discomfits the beagles and makes the horses and chambermaids restless. And the floors get all slippery. |
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