Only...if she doesn't get it soon, she'll be climbing the wall. Yes...It. It she must have...and soon too.
Damn Post Menstrual Torment, as opposed to damn Pre Menstrual Terror. Damn, damn, damn. Triple damn.
Strokes are fine, give her the morning jolt. A steady strum on her yum yum.
She does not truly wake up, does she? Not without her clit calling, talking, saying...Hand, in hell you been, I need you down here.
Gets her big, sleepy eyes open, okay. But all the same, she likes fucking better. Yes, just the same, she does. Fucking older guys.
For some reason or the other. Some weird reason. What can that mystic reason be?
All because daddy didn't love his itty bitty wittle princess into teeny weeny pieces—or just love her to the moon and back? Is this all?
Daddy dearest didn't love her. Naughty, naughty daddy.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
