… as I stood dripping in front of the sink, trying to convince the electric hand soap dispenser to part with even a few drops of its well guarded treasure so that I could return to the shower, I got the feeling that this wouldn’t be my day. In fact, if I weren’t “all in” already (which was an amusing story itself, but not particularly relevant to subsequent events...), I probably would have left. Actually, I probably should have left anyways.
See, Ms. Megan and I got off on the wrong paw. And I wish I knew how. As pleasant as she was when I had met her before (she “prepped” me for Ms. Kendra Sunday… ahhh.... Sunday was a very, very good day
), clearly my presence is much more tolerable to Ms. Megan so long as I go about “existing” with someone else. Now that it was her turn… well, there was little room for misinterpretation. She did not like me – not one little bit.
So, once I was cleaned as best I could, Ms. Megan returns. She is young, very shapely (with an outstanding figure), and extremely pretty. It’s very easy to want to play with Ms. Megan....
She massages me (quite well, I should say) for a while, but the tension is palpable. She does try to make conversation occasionally, but I’m far too uncomfortable and self conscious by now to reciprocate much. Mostly, we pass the time in unsettling silence.
We migrate uncomfortably through the progressions of a session, but we’re both pretty much focused on expediently finishing, and trying to get out of it all unscathed. We succeeded on the first part, but I think failed miserably on the latter.
Funny enough, Ms. Megan seemed much more personable towards me during the “clean up” phase, after that nasty business (read: bunny) is done. I, however, am pretty traumatized by the whole experience, and very anxious to leave as soon as I can manage it without being too boorishly rude.
She’s very attractive, and I actually think she’s a nice girl, this Ms. Megan – but she is not a suitable playmate for bunnies.
Happy thumping, all.
See, Ms. Megan and I got off on the wrong paw. And I wish I knew how. As pleasant as she was when I had met her before (she “prepped” me for Ms. Kendra Sunday… ahhh.... Sunday was a very, very good day
), clearly my presence is much more tolerable to Ms. Megan so long as I go about “existing” with someone else. Now that it was her turn… well, there was little room for misinterpretation. She did not like me – not one little bit. So, once I was cleaned as best I could, Ms. Megan returns. She is young, very shapely (with an outstanding figure), and extremely pretty. It’s very easy to want to play with Ms. Megan....
She massages me (quite well, I should say) for a while, but the tension is palpable. She does try to make conversation occasionally, but I’m far too uncomfortable and self conscious by now to reciprocate much. Mostly, we pass the time in unsettling silence.
We migrate uncomfortably through the progressions of a session, but we’re both pretty much focused on expediently finishing, and trying to get out of it all unscathed. We succeeded on the first part, but I think failed miserably on the latter.
Funny enough, Ms. Megan seemed much more personable towards me during the “clean up” phase, after that nasty business (read: bunny) is done. I, however, am pretty traumatized by the whole experience, and very anxious to leave as soon as I can manage it without being too boorishly rude.
She’s very attractive, and I actually think she’s a nice girl, this Ms. Megan – but she is not a suitable playmate for bunnies.
Happy thumping, all.
