he thought he should wriote one more
tonight
makeup for his absence not
that anyone would vilify
him for not being there
had they
hed ask them to name the time place street
corner where they could meet to discuss iron out said absence and what business it was of theirs to think
what they thought of him standingwasnt standing everyone up
Theres approaching eight thousand bits
and pieces to choose from
Begin at the beginning
hed
bet when he returned today that whoever they were
they wouldnt have
read seventyninehunred somethingodd pieces
although
he could be wrong
admittedly
he wouldnt have
nor
would he have vilified himself
masochistic
give him whips and
chains but listen carefully for his safeword
YES
STOP
a shrill scream
because he liked to push it
nonetheless better than nevertheless he
didnt believe in never
to wriote one more hed have to tick through the seminal offerings he
compiled while he couldnt commit on-line to wrioter
Wha have we here
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick ah tickle baby
Don make me look like a smacked ass
THA
appealed to him
hed smacked many an ass
chiefly because
of a Polish gal he dated from Northeast Minneapolis
he lived in Tangletown moved there solely because the name intrigued
him
on Gladstone
appealing also
a brownstone first floor flat
came into the apartment crossed the foyer a legit fireplace immediately right
a humongous mantel
she left her vibrator on it dressed it up for occasions
not weird was a seamstress
was
better than her pissing in corners making her mark
she was raw
to remind all
he smacked many an
ass
but she was first
they were frolicking fearsome frolicking the whole time they were
together until they werent
she never said why
he should have suspected as much when
she dressed her vibrator as a groom
a mighty sharp dresser
he had the day off
she slept over but had to work early
he made coffee
he crossed the foyer went outside to
grab the newspaper
something was off
returning inside he sought what was
different
Ah
the mantel
groomslashvibrator was gone
the rumor her family shared with him purportedly she had gone to Vegas to marry a mystery
man
he didnt correct them
he let it persist
reminding all
he smacked many an
ass
amid an insane frolic all sex cards gamboling
on the table
she flopped across his lap
a gorgeous pink rounded ass
she confessed I’ve been a bad
girl, Daddy. she pouted
You should punish me.
You should spank me.
didnt have to ask him twice
he rained barehanded hell on her ass
until she cried
she didnt cry Stop
she cried
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27 9. 25
2047, Saturday