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[kissesandbangs]

Twenty-four hours of copious self-licking wasn't quite enough for my taste.

Comments

[ishiah]

Obviously your taste could use improving. Have you at least considered licking someone else?

[kissesandbangs]

Plenty, and the lack of a curse wouldn't stop me. The flavors were a perk.

[ishiah]

Perhaps in your case. I require no confectionary flavored amelioration, it would be a shame to meddle with perfection.

[kissesandbangs]

And clearly you need no flavor to compensate for any lack of silver tongue.

[ishiah]

Of course not. My tongue is, like everything else about me, always pleasurable. Which isn't to say I'm not open to enjoying other peoples, quite the contrary, I'm nothing if not beneficent in the company I'll keep.

[kissesandbangs]

And whose company are you keeping now?

[ishiah]

Regretfully, woefully, no one's. This afternoon's company is far too tired; I've mourned the loss, but it's time to move on.

[kissesandbangs]

I've a greener pasture to sell.

[ishiah]

You'll have to provide better detail than that. I am familiar with the hyperbole inherent in retail, who do you imagine first sold snow to the eskimo?

[kissesandbangs]

You keep well if that's the case.

[ishiah]

I am known for my lasting power.

[kissesandbangs]

So am I.

[ishiah]

I'm one step closer to purchasing your pasture.

[kissesandbangs]

I've heard that purchases are best made with a sample.

[ishiah]

You've heard very wisely, very wisely indeed. I would ask your place or mine, but mine is almost certainly going to be superior. It's a bar.

[kissesandbangs]

And I hear it hasn't had an orgy since it opened its doors.