ThomasShort
Literotica Guru
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- Jul 24, 2012
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Call me what you like Miss, miniman is one of the more friendly.
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I desperately need to watch Adventure Time... where can I find it?
Ummm....
I think YouTube has a few.
http://youtu.be/b_mVb-G1v1I
This is what my kittycat does.
But with cups of water.
Fuzzy dick.
HOLY FUCKING HELL!
*rubs ears and whines*
I'm gonna strangle who was at work last! You don't leave the volume at full blast for the next person!
I can't hear at all right now.... Godammit....
*moving lips soundlessly.*
*blink blink*
Did.... Did you just ask me to hug you?
I'm pretty sure you asked me to hug you.
*gives a big hard squeezyhug to Sharky*
If I was wrong on this- uh...
Well, guess you can't really yell at me if I can't HEAR you...
Soooo I guess you're SoL and need to accept a damn hug!
*is Squeezyhugged.*
Look a you! Reading lips an' shit. Does that make me the Miracle Worker?
Can I try your lips, please?
MWAH MWAH
You're the teacher, remember, Sharky?
*Squeals from the smooch*
IZA MIRACLE!! I CAN SEE!!
Oh wait, I was deaf earlier.
.....You might get hooked on Phonics.
I'm accused of misspelling my own name at 29.
Everyone seems to think I still need it.
Not everyone.
Is it After Hours yet?
*Hand moving casually to the fly of my pants.*
Plus, I think your meaning was lost in subterfuge. Tell Sharky what you need.
*Rubs her head, then shrugs*
I... I don't even remember anymore. I had a thought, and in a moment, it was gone. Something about spelling. Or grammar. Or how to properly carry on a damn conversation.
*Eyes his hand's motions*
After hours in my part of the country, anyway.
Are you planning some late night tutoring, Sharky?
I'm prone to persuasion like anyone,
but I fear for frightening the patrons.
*Sits at a bar stool, still facing the room.*
I do anything for "Popular Demand" though.
Cursed timezones.
I'd prefer to be persuading instead of contemplating bed.
There's a few things I've just realized, and would love to try out.
Ah well. I suppose I'll just have to work on those persuadings at a different time....
If that's anything like setting a couch on fire, it's not as much fun as it sounds.
Though the adrenaline rush associated with instantly switching to firefighting from fucking is exillerating.
-just laughs at the pose-As long as you go back once the blaze is quashed.
*Flexing while placing a Napoleanic foot upon the blackened, smoldering couch.*
"Behold the conqueror of the flames! Reward his cock with worship and service!"
I can see how that would be a rush. But the smell....