Too cute for my toes

Oh for the love of all that was good, and warm, and full of kisses in life. The man was an airbag. He had a pretty face, and a dainty, cute body. What he didn’t have, was a brain of his own. Well, she could like a man for his body and not his mind, right?

Feeling a little more skeptical about the man, she eased her foot back down again, and wrinkled her nose at him. “Sounds like your life is a hell, to me. You don’t speak like a man in love, you speak like a man in religion. I bet every kiss you’ve had has been all rigid and proper. You’ve never felt suppleness, and warmth. I pity you, stranger.” she slowly lowered down a long dainty limb, and arched her back into a stretch with a sigh. Well, it didn’t look like she would be getting to nestle with a warm body tonight. What was the saying? You didn’t stick your vag near crazy? She sniffed her nose at him in disdain and looked away. Giving him the option to flee with his tail between his legs if he so chose to.

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