Wil has miracle balls....

February 3, 2006 | 05:54PM  | maudie dot b - gmail d c | 

I knew the moment I sat down you'd be going home with me. I just had to be able to pay the price. It didn't take long, but I managed to get the necessary cash, the promise of what you had to offer motivating my haste.

Price paid, you sat quietly in the front seat. You didn't have to say anything, any words you could have spoken were written all over your face. Once home, you were patient as I fumbled with the fasteners and, once free of containment, sitting in the chair you were sleek and inviting. I needed no further incentive. I sat.

And turned you on.

Indeed. It was my pleasure. Truly.