The honest truth would be nice, even if I'm curious about the blatant lie. Only because I'm gobsmacked you would need it. You're already smoking and I really like you, uh, natural, not Brazillian.
You got held up at work and we didn't get our dinner talk. I know the dinner talk was about the sex thing, and I want to make it up to you because I didn't realise I was being such a mental case. I mean, I sort of did. I knew I didn't feel like sex, but there was other worse things and I didn't realise I was doing it until you helped me see it. So, I was going to surprise you with something sexy and in the past, the first step was always to get a good waxing. Only, in the past, a good waxing was like a weekly event, and I didn't have as many floppy bits. Now I just... really need to put an ice pack on my bits because it's agony and the sexy has gone out the window. I swear I saw blood.
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