boxhead

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Brought up the idea to my wife about bringing another woman into our bed, and she became obsessed with making it happen. First obstacle, finding the other woman, but lucky enough, we were both thinking about the same girl: a tattoo blonde that we occasionally hang out with at the bar. We know she swings both ways. and she has flirted with us before, we...
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I really want my wife to experience a woman. I know she has had fantasies about it, and I think she would be really talented at going down on her.

I am the generator man, running through the city with fire beneath my feet. Melting footprints into the pavement, I fall red hot at your stairs. and stare at your remembered happiness.

From the little brown box he heard the whisper of Kerouac. He said, "Giraffes on road are friendly."

Wandering these streets made of honey and cream. Approached and kissed by you, I faint like a monster in love unto the sticky ground.

Sitting here drinking a beer, thinking about how much I don't want to go to bed because it would mean I would have to wake up and go to work. Not that I hate my job, I just wish they would give people the day off work when it was just too damn nice to work.

Here I am, and there you are, and If anybody is reading me, I am not the insane child of Frankenstein's monster and Marilyn Monroe - but rather a man that just happens to exist in a little apartment with a pet apple. You heard me, a pet apple. His name is pickle.