Unquiet Desperation

Unquiet Desperation => Prose => Topic started by: Will on December 11, 2008, 07:53:10 PM



Title: Goggles
Post by: Will on December 11, 2008, 07:53:10 PM
I remember going for laughs with my dancing.  A crowded bar without my inhibitions, a woman began dancing beside me.  Long legs, healthy breasts, bountiful lips, and eyes that were all too obvious.  We rubbed groins and left; I think I drove home. 

In pitch black, we tore each other’s clothes off, and I caressed every square inch of her body with my toothbrush.  I swear she could make the Pope’s cock hard.  For a moment, I believed in God, and I thanked him for my drunkenness and resulting stamina. 

In the morning, I wiped the shit from my eyes and gazed upon my queen.  I remember thinking, “Hell, even a slight breeze could make the Pope’s cock hard,” and I threw my toothbrush away.


Title: Re: Goggles
Post by: Aristotle Shostakovich on December 13, 2008, 11:26:34 AM
I caressed every square inch of her body with my toothbrush[/i a very,very, funny line....a most enjoyable read..you have a rare tallant for uping the stakes on the subline to the ridiculous meter ....26 out of 10..i also agree 'by the law of averages' Popes must get a hard-on once or twice

till soon

Ari


Title: Re: Goggles
Post by: Flying_whizzabe on January 24, 2009, 06:05:23 PM
Hah!... Fantastic. :] Just so honest and blunt.