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One Way Street
2004-10-08 - 5:36 p.m.


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One-Way Street


 


She spread her thighs for me,


yet wouldn't give me head,


that always frustrated me,


disappointed me,


almost disgusted me.


I'd go down on her


I'd deal with the massive amount


of disco bush,


that tangled mass of wiry hair,


that not-seen-since-the-seventies-golden-age-of-porn look,


that look-of-a-gay-soldier-in-the-military type of pussy,


the 'don't-ask-dont-tell' vagina


that she hasnt gone near with a razor or looked at


in far too long,


I went down on that,


gagging on the long pubic hairs,


diving through the type of thatch


that two peasants would have made


a roof out of


back in the middle-ages,


but she wouldn't even blow me.


It made me feel rejected.


"Oh, Dont worry,"  she said, "When I do, you'll be happy."


WHEN?


Will I be old and gray?  Will I still care?


Will my dick have gone into a coma?


Still, I was a good soldier,


a trooper,


I always answered the call of duty,


standing tall, at attention,


ready to plunge into the deep


dark jungle of her snatch,


always willing to do my best


at a moments notice,


and take her places that weren't human.


She'd scratch the walls and growl


like an enraged cat, loud enough for


my roomates to hear.


Yet she still wouldnt blow me!


No matter how much I begged and pleaded,


"Aw, that's so cute," she'd say.


That's not cute, that's desperation talking, honey.


So I went for another approach.


I'd fuck the hell out of her, then try to be masculine about it,


grab her by the back of her long brown hair


and try to force my cock in her mouth.


No dice, no go, mission aborted.


She was a tall, strong girl, almost as tall as me,


"That's not happenin'," she said,


holding me off


without a hint of animosity.


"It'll happen," she said, "Just wait."


But it never did.


And, of course, she never shaved.


One night, I was about to go down on her,


yet again,


pulling off her panties


as she lay in my bed


and she farted.


I pulled her panties back on,


zipped her up, and kicked her out.


You've gotta' give to receive, bitch.


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