| I suspected this woman was a screamer but felt fairly comfortable that her thighs would make adequate hearing protectors.
Granted, once she'd wrapped them around my head I was able to confirm she'd be screaming and hoped that she'd cover my ears in time; I didn't fancy having to move my hands from where they'd do her the most good just to protect my own hearing. We were pretty far along when I learned that I'd need to worry about something else entirely: I didn't realize she must have been a gymnast in the past as it seemed her legs could easily crush my skull between them. A stray thought included hoping the sound of my demise wouldn't be as pathetic as an imploding lightbulb. |
| You can imagine my relief when I could tell she was being careful not to kill me as she played nutcracker with my head as the "nut". The flexing of her muscles, though, were like applause as she climbed towards the big | You can imagine my relief when I could tell she was being careful not to kill me as she played nutcracker with my head as the "nut". The flexing of her muscles, though, were like applause as she climbed towards the big *"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"* |
| And, yes, I have to admit that her thighs most definitely could be certified by OSHA when I saw how much damage to my glassware her screaming did.
She was panting, catching her breath, while I sighed over the folly of falling in love with a Dramatische Soprano and choosing my dining room table for our first performance.
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