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A Kinky Day To Touch
Chisame stepped embarrassingly out into the lolicon sunshine, and admired Gilly's tit. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a short-skirted sight."
Gilly climbed off the zrash and walked bustily across the grass to greet his lover. Chisame patted Gilly on the fingernail and then tried to touch him sharply, but without success.
"That's all right," Gilly said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not sexy," Chisame. "Not as sexy as the time we touched on Gilly's bed."
Gilly nodded breathily. "We were blushing back in those days."
"Our harbls were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Chisame said. "Everything seems looming and mouth-breathing when you're young."
"Of course," Gilly said. "But now we're sweet, we can still have fun. If we go about it creepily."
"Creepily?" Chisame said . "But how?"
"With this," Gilly said and held out a frosting-covered boot. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to touch."
Chisame swallowed the boot at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to touch creepily. They touched like a Gundam blowing shit up. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
. . . Well, that was disgusting.
(( courtesy of the Drabble Generator. ♥ ))
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A Well-dressed Occurrence
Chisame paced up and down, jiggling her lip. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Ticky box, had arranged to meet her here under Gilly's desk. "I have something lickable to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Ticky box was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Chisame expected to see her bounce up, her slimy hair streaming behind her and her gay eyes aglow.
Chisame heard footsteps, but they seemed rather nibbled-upon for a delicate and silver girl like Mary Sue Ticky box, whose tread was smooth-talking. She turned around and found Gilly staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Gilly said lavishly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Chisame had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so smokily. "Mary Sue Ticky box asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Gilly, her wang began to throb needily.
"Oh," Gilly said, scarringly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Chisame said and caught Gilly by his eyelash. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Gilly said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a lonely clone in a jar.
From behind a pajamas, Mary Sue Ticky box watched with a thin light in her disproportionate eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Chisame/Gilly". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the fish from extinction.
. . . &E%*O&T*(PGJHGVYI%EW^$!!!!!!!!1111
Chisame stepped embarrassingly out into the lolicon sunshine, and admired Gilly's tit. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a short-skirted sight."
Gilly climbed off the zrash and walked bustily across the grass to greet his lover. Chisame patted Gilly on the fingernail and then tried to touch him sharply, but without success.
"That's all right," Gilly said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not sexy," Chisame. "Not as sexy as the time we touched on Gilly's bed."
Gilly nodded breathily. "We were blushing back in those days."
"Our harbls were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Chisame said. "Everything seems looming and mouth-breathing when you're young."
"Of course," Gilly said. "But now we're sweet, we can still have fun. If we go about it creepily."
"Creepily?" Chisame said . "But how?"
"With this," Gilly said and held out a frosting-covered boot. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to touch."
Chisame swallowed the boot at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to touch creepily. They touched like a Gundam blowing shit up. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
. . . Well, that was disgusting.
(( courtesy of the Drabble Generator. ♥ ))
EDIT
A Well-dressed Occurrence
Chisame paced up and down, jiggling her lip. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Ticky box, had arranged to meet her here under Gilly's desk. "I have something lickable to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Ticky box was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Chisame expected to see her bounce up, her slimy hair streaming behind her and her gay eyes aglow.
Chisame heard footsteps, but they seemed rather nibbled-upon for a delicate and silver girl like Mary Sue Ticky box, whose tread was smooth-talking. She turned around and found Gilly staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Gilly said lavishly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Chisame had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so smokily. "Mary Sue Ticky box asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Gilly, her wang began to throb needily.
"Oh," Gilly said, scarringly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Chisame said and caught Gilly by his eyelash. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Gilly said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a lonely clone in a jar.
From behind a pajamas, Mary Sue Ticky box watched with a thin light in her disproportionate eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Chisame/Gilly". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the fish from extinction.
. . . &E%*O&T*(PGJHGVYI%EW^$!!!!!!!!1111