A Game Of Cat & Mouse.

If you are able to shock me, then its official. You belong in a mental hospital. Make no mistake. I belong in a mental hospital. But Im cute. You DO NOT deprive the world, from eye lashes like these. They are like tarantula bunnies.

IM GONNA TELL YOU A STORY NOW!

The Day I Was Left Speechless:

By Ryan Scott.

I want to preface this, by saying.....I DO NOT make up this shit. Anything that I share with you guys, is 100% true, actual, for reals, yo.

Russ and I went to our favorite restaurant. I wont tell you where, because I have numbers of people reading this, in the half dozens!!!! I cant risk that kind of stalking.

We go in. We sit down. We are laughing...we are talking. We are thinking that we are funnier than we really are. To my immediate left was Russ. To his left was Hotness McGee. She was petite, short dark hair.....great little figure. She was chatting up some homo to HER left...so for a while, we didnt meet.

Bye and bye, dear reader...introductions are made. Lets call her..."Miss X". I dont remember what immediate formalities were said, but...I swear to the sweet baby Jehovah up in heaven...within 3 minutes, my hand was up her bra, on her boob. I remember that she told us that she had had an amazing plastic surgeon in Australia, and that they felt 100% real....

"FEEL THEM!!!", she cried.

Heres the deal. I dont care if youre gay or straight....a man or woman....you should feel a womans boobs, after she paid $15,000 for them. Its called, " respect". Ever hear of it?

I put my hand on her boob over the shirt....., but Miss X wasnt having that kind of tomfoolery. " God, FUCKING FEEL IT!!! UNDER THE BRA!!!" Now....Please keep in mind, we are into minute 4, of our initial hello's. I was afraid of her wrath, so under the bra, I went. " God, shake it. SQUEEZE IT!", proclaimed Miss X. I was being forced to rape her mammories.

And I liked it.

Russ did the same, and our public 3 way, ensued. She loves a gang bang, but only if she is the only female. She IS NOT gonna share. And you know THATS true. Time went on. We got a complete rundown of her sexual past, we both made out with her, and we found out that upon her first visit to the restaurant bar...she had pulled out a breast, and squirted milk on the very bar, which we were sitting at. Who'd died and gone to heaven? Me. I asked Russ if it was possible that Christmas morning could come in June? Id always believed that Santa was a jolly fat guy with toys. I now knew that Santa was a sopping wet Bostonian, with no gag reflex.

Sopping

No gag reflex.

The night was winding down, and I really felt both titillated, and exhausted. I mean, where does one go, from here? Ill tell you where.

As we were paying our bill. Lol.....listen to me. "We".

As Russ was paying our bill, Miss X leans in. " Did I show you guys my mouse tattoo?" Why, no...we say. She leans back, and starts to unbutton her jeans. We lean in to see the little mousey, but there isnt one. All there is to see, is a freshly waxed beaver....um....

FULLY EXPOSED!!!!

As in, her baby maker.... was out in the open!!!! I immediately liked her better than anybody else. "Oh, I guess the pussy caught the mouse", she said.

I know what youre thinking. " WHAT kind of person does that? What kind of person exposes their vagina to 2 gay men in the middle of a restaurant? Ill tell you what kind of person. A person with a really cute, one. It was WAAAY cuter than my eye lashes.