Bbubbles
he called her thatshe let him she
was goodhumoured effervescent her
bountiful breasts were lighter than air and stealthily tiptoed out of her
brassieres her blouseswhatever containers she wore over them to hold them
fastbut for moments Not so fast you
silly boy The
Mothers of Invention What Kind of Girls
it wasnt that she was immodesty bounty doesnt really play well with
modesty more so they were Houdinis nothing could hold
them
he didnt complain
he hadnt complained once since they first met
they rose up to get a good look at himOHMYGODno quickly she threw
her handfingers widespread across her bodice OHMYGOD a starters pistol And
theyre off Ladies and Gentlemen!
and
they were out
her genuine embarrassment only
heightened her complexionrouged her already flushed cheeks blushedbeautifully offset her freckles which tumbled out of her hairline her
widowspeak onto her forehead to her cheeks her chest and cleavage played
happily across the tops of her shoulders and back and anticipated her large happy aureoles her sayHi!
nipples
he swore one day two daysthree days a weektwo weeksthree he was going to strip her
down naked and languished days and candlelit nights connecting her
dots in all their ways varieties and variables
Jesusquit talking about it already she
said Do it and meant it she loved how he admired her freckles her breasts and she knew that his softlydrawn lines or
fingertracings his gently counting in her
ears wouldnt stop he would seek his
pleasureseeking hers or while teasing her out of her mind for his pleasure alone
he wouldnt stopSTOP wouldnt stop him but
Peaches breathlessly murmured would
he said goodnighthe wanted to stay but
she wanted her good nightshe wanted to sleep and if he stayed he wouldnt let her sleep he wanted herwas obsessed
with herwas obsessed with her body every tiny bit of it
he wasnt ever going to be satisfied
Good night, baby she said
Gnight buckwheat
backing down the driveway he
threw his highbeams on lit her up
Bbubbles
in his high beams
she smiled bigshe didnt cover her
mouth she curtsied her hands at the hem
of her short nightgown
Once a ham he called out his open
window
Always a ham she cried back
and
just before his headlights came off of her this time she helpedshe yanked her nightie down her breasts came out and waved and blew him kisses goodnight
one day shed make him lose his mind
texted to himself: 0402,
Friday, 19 10. 18
1356, Twosday,
30 10. 18
