On the serene wisdom of concentric tongue condoms: today's TERRIBLE advice
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Zoë asks
customer told me he wanted to stick his tongue up my butthole 🤦🏻♀️
what do?
My answer
Easy. Beat that prick at his own game. First, stick your own tongue so far up his own asshole that you slurp your tongue all the way through his torso, up his neck, and to the interior end of his own tongue, so that you end up wearing his tongue outside your tongue like a kind of tongue condom. Then tell him to go nuts. If he dares.
Original: https://mikeyclarke.co.nz/blog/2022/3/on-the-serene-wisdom-of-concentric-tongue-condoms-todays-terrible-advice
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Bullshit Banquet: the SEXYVERSE NOVELS
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IN A WORLD where wars are fought with romance and flirting and delicious erotic TENSION, the rivalries throbbing between history’s Great Powers have become a BUTTLOAD more bubbly, with fewer hideous massacres of musket and cannon, and OODLES more frisky cunnilingus contests:
The Sex Commandos Thwart The Third Vaginal Apocalypse
Part One: The Knights Of Raw Phwoar
Might Earth’s free nations drown under terrifying tornadoes of French femme-foam? Like hell, shout Britain’s Royal Marines Sex Commandos. Let’s assassinate France’s Imperatrix Brigitte Bardot! Come on. What’s the worst that could happen?
Part Two: The Soviet Sluts Superb
Turns out out-flirting Imperatrix Bardot is like trying to wank off Mt. Blanc when it’s wanking you back. Plan B: skedaddle, regroup, out-flirt the entirety of France and get loads more practice, then it’s stealthy-sneaky Round Two or bust.
Part Three: The Cervical Supremacy
Turns out flirting with every ladybro Rambo in France produces Rivals and Frenemies and Jilted Waifus galore. Smashing fun, but utter Kryptonite for Imperial kill-plans. Like, ever tried noshing off a world leader whilst a billion fanb0is fondle your buttocks? Want to? Read on!
Part Four: The Praetorian Prostitutes
The game’s up! The irresistible force of fanb0i-fondlemania has headbutted the immovable object of a gazillion furious Paris cops. They too thirst for Sex Commando patoot. Crunch time. Either launch one final rocket-strike against Bardot and France, or Earth’s free nations forever perish.
Part Five: [soon, baby]
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