bi-bi love, bi-bi hap-penis
So Friday the sale of Trish's car was finalized, so we now have 500 buckadingdongs to play around with -- Monte arrived at 4:20 with the title; it had to be notarized, & here I was looking for lesbians on Hot or Not. The instant that the doorbell rang, I killed the screen -- online all day, he couldn't get thru (dial up), so he drove his brand newly owned batmobile over to the courthouse, along with the beautiful Bumble Bee Girl.
Trish had contacted Fred earlier, about going up to the Invisible Mall, to pick up some racy lingerie, while I went to the dollar store -- it's closing, everything 77 cents, having come down from 88 the week before.
Then Saturday, while Trish was at work, surfing the darkened seas, I found a bi-babe... wanting... needing...
She's a sub, wants -- well, whiplash girl-child in the dark, except she wants us to be her masters, so I guess Trish could be Venus in (psychedelic) furs, Mistress of the Damned, if only she could cake on enough dark makeup.
I eventually had to break up the contact with Maxine -- lunch, with the possibility of getting naked. Homosexuality is the all-around cover for an Interzone agent. Next thing you know, I'll be dealing with a talking typewriter.
Then I spent awhile working on the latest re-make/re-model of "Silence", now tentatively called "Galaxies Controlling Fate From Thousands of Light-Years Ahead". It may not be good Dick, but it's good.
Trish arrived around 4:20, having stopped at IGA for some makeup -- they didn't have, but referred her to the dollar store downtown.
In the interest of showing Trish the fantastically beautiful Maxine (& her friend Barb), I wandered over to her profile, found her on Live Chat -- she wants to transcend Kimothy, having become a little Leery of her attempts to seduce me while Trish was working.
Trish took a nap until 5:30. Once she woke up, we cooked the sausage from the food bank, then Trish dressed up seductively for date night. When I turned the computer back on, she'd left a message: "Monda(y) ok". We are both thrilled -- but then, stuck with unfinished laundry, a mini-curling iron that didn't yield the benefits she wanted, & with made-up eyes (truly feminine) became perturbed: she wanted to watch Shania Twain, there wouldn't be time, she invested money -- admittedly, a small amount -- whatever, it's probably just the unease anyone feels with new people in their lives.
I finally told her, skip the laundry until morning, seduce me.
She modeled the lingerie for me: red boobs to complement the remaining darkness. After a Viagra,& after we were most of the way thru, I had a sufficient woody for her to blow -- plus diverse other hot nasties.
Is this real? or just a hypersexual symptom? Will it freak Trish out, the way it made her Leery of Kimothy? & what about the prospect of sex with 3 women? isn't this the ultimate blow to the denizens of Alfalfa High & their minions?
It promises an interesting time ahead, I can tell.
Trish had contacted Fred earlier, about going up to the Invisible Mall, to pick up some racy lingerie, while I went to the dollar store -- it's closing, everything 77 cents, having come down from 88 the week before.
Then Saturday, while Trish was at work, surfing the darkened seas, I found a bi-babe... wanting... needing...
She's a sub, wants -- well, whiplash girl-child in the dark, except she wants us to be her masters, so I guess Trish could be Venus in (psychedelic) furs, Mistress of the Damned, if only she could cake on enough dark makeup.
I eventually had to break up the contact with Maxine -- lunch, with the possibility of getting naked. Homosexuality is the all-around cover for an Interzone agent. Next thing you know, I'll be dealing with a talking typewriter.
Then I spent awhile working on the latest re-make/re-model of "Silence", now tentatively called "Galaxies Controlling Fate From Thousands of Light-Years Ahead". It may not be good Dick, but it's good.
Trish arrived around 4:20, having stopped at IGA for some makeup -- they didn't have, but referred her to the dollar store downtown.
In the interest of showing Trish the fantastically beautiful Maxine (& her friend Barb), I wandered over to her profile, found her on Live Chat -- she wants to transcend Kimothy, having become a little Leery of her attempts to seduce me while Trish was working.
Trish took a nap until 5:30. Once she woke up, we cooked the sausage from the food bank, then Trish dressed up seductively for date night. When I turned the computer back on, she'd left a message: "Monda(y) ok". We are both thrilled -- but then, stuck with unfinished laundry, a mini-curling iron that didn't yield the benefits she wanted, & with made-up eyes (truly feminine) became perturbed: she wanted to watch Shania Twain, there wouldn't be time, she invested money -- admittedly, a small amount -- whatever, it's probably just the unease anyone feels with new people in their lives.
I finally told her, skip the laundry until morning, seduce me.
She modeled the lingerie for me: red boobs to complement the remaining darkness. After a Viagra,& after we were most of the way thru, I had a sufficient woody for her to blow -- plus diverse other hot nasties.
Is this real? or just a hypersexual symptom? Will it freak Trish out, the way it made her Leery of Kimothy? & what about the prospect of sex with 3 women? isn't this the ultimate blow to the denizens of Alfalfa High & their minions?
It promises an interesting time ahead, I can tell.
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