The New Guy
When I saw him, I knew he was the one for me. He was tall and graceful and perfect. I reached over and with my fingers began to stroke the surface of his body. Then I touched every surface with my fingers, pausing to poke and pull certain things. After a few minuets of that I placed my mouth on him and slid my body next to his. He was in front of me on the ground and I was in the back, sitting on a chair. My mouth moved in ways that made him moan and made his body tremble. Then I stood and began to tounge him faster, still with his body pressed close to me. After a while I stopped moving my mouth and instead I fingered him. I knew he was the one. My brand new bass clarinet.
When I saw him, I knew he was the one for me. He was tall and graceful and perfect. I reached over and with my fingers began to stroke the surface of his body. Then I touched every surface with my fingers, pausing to poke and pull certain things. After a few minuets of that I placed my mouth on him and slid my body next to his. He was in front of me on the ground and I was in the back, sitting on a chair. My mouth moved in ways that made him moan and made his body tremble. Then I stood and began to tounge him faster, still with his body pressed close to me. After a while I stopped moving my mouth and instead I fingered him. I knew he was the one. My brand new bass clarinet.