Plastic spoons Between the first and the second service, I open the Assouline sack:
The blue ice pack: The small silver jar: Melba toast:
"I thought it was your sandwich!"
"No."
"We'll need spoons."
"Plastic spoons!"
"I' go get them."
Black spheres like a heap of shot, glistening like a deposit of coinage: Sticky moist eggs pop their casings, releasing the silvery edge of a sea at the sky's scent:
We sit side by side on the bed, swinging our legs:
A late night dorm room feast:
Like best friends, doing something forbidden together:
"You said you liked it, so I thought that was a hint."
"No, I am not like that. I just like to talk."
"It's not like that in my family."
"I will always tell you the truth."
"That makes it easier."
(Lan once said she was going to lunch with her girlfriends and wanted a Coach bag—"Asians are very competitive." So, no doubt she lost face with her girlfriends. What would it have cost me?)
Angel loads up a cracker, passes it to me.
"Do you like oysters?"
As soon as I'm up her she kegels me: A satisfied sigh felt not heard Yes tightening:
Angel smiles round my whole self with her cunt.
Again. Again. And again.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 5/27/2006 10:24:00 AM
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2 comments
2 Comments:
Well, do you like oysters, then?
And why "dangerous penguin"? Are you a linux fan?
I'm just trying to understand why "dangerous" "penquin," and a penguin is the mascot or totem animal of the linux project.
