I'm at my friend Mike's house last night. We're sitting around laughing our asses off, watching Star Trek movies and getting stoned. Two girls walk in, Mike's nephew's girl and another dark-haired one. Nice body, I think. Would love to have my hands on her.
After awhile, I go in the kitchen for something to drink. The girls and nephew are there talking. "Hi, my name is S. I like your shirt", she tells me. "Thanks. Got it at a thrift shop on Central yesterday." It's a purple shirt/cardigan combo, some female thing- female clothes are always the shit. "Can I come inside?" she asks me. "Sure?" She approaches me, turns, puts her arms inside the cardigan sleeves with mine, and presses her back against me. Then she wraps both our arms together around us, my hands resting on her breasts. C-U-D-D-L-E H-E-A-V-E-N. We are warm. We are soft. We are safe.
Thanks, S, for the best cuddle maybe of my life.
Oh, and she gave me a new name. I am now Rarity.
After awhile, I go in the kitchen for something to drink. The girls and nephew are there talking. "Hi, my name is S. I like your shirt", she tells me. "Thanks. Got it at a thrift shop on Central yesterday." It's a purple shirt/cardigan combo, some female thing- female clothes are always the shit. "Can I come inside?" she asks me. "Sure?" She approaches me, turns, puts her arms inside the cardigan sleeves with mine, and presses her back against me. Then she wraps both our arms together around us, my hands resting on her breasts. C-U-D-D-L-E H-E-A-V-E-N. We are warm. We are soft. We are safe.
Thanks, S, for the best cuddle maybe of my life.
Oh, and she gave me a new name. I am now Rarity.