me:”it’s not like i need to make a Big Hairy Fuss over the whole thing.”
stuart: “well, no, you could make a slightly LESS hairy fuss over it.”
me: “like, a Fuss that grew a long luxurious hairy pelt for winter?”
stuart: “sure, but now he’s a molting Fuss.”
me: “because it’s spring. and he’s just come out of hibernation.”
stuart: “exactly.”
me: “i’ve grown quite fond of this cute shedding Fuss.”
stuart: “so have i.”
and so, the Fuss was born. that’s him you see there, coming into the blinking sunshine after months of Fussy hibernation in his Fuss-Nest. those are his little Fuss-hairs, around his feet. i suppose that worm is his neighbor, but i’m not quite sure.
and thus was this Fuss was lovingly drawn for me. turns out, the panacea wasn’t chocolate. it was the Fuss and its creator, all along.
That tears it; you’ve got to be stopped. The experience of reading this post was like being witness to the next Omen child beng birthed in the world.
i love you too, greg.
meow meow meow meow (you know the rest)
Aahh!
[translated for the americans: awwww!]
She gives me another funny look, which I interpret as “my first experience as a lesbian and Ive picked a pervert! Its the one fetish of mine Im at a loss to explain – pantyhose is neither sexy nor alluring. She wants another woman to touch her sex for the first time. Most important, a crease where her butt meets her legs.