Along comes a boy like David. I was considering a bit of sleep, and as chance would have it, a southern boy gives me a ring. Another one of the small dick boys, you know the drill. A bump that is embarrassingly small, and a boy that's been laughed out of bed a dozen times or more. He's a complex one, several fetishes all wrapped up in one little mind. *Just* my type!
Turns out he's had some very mean mistresses in his past (yay!). The type that would leave you in chastity for months at time, only to offer you release... in front of a group of women, and ONLY if you fucked... the date they'd chosen for you. The vinyl girl, much like Woody Allen's oggling above. Can you just TASTE the wave of humiliation, as it escaped his pores? The sheer trauma of it all?
Apparently this made an impression on little Marilyn (his sissyish name), because the boy is now in possession of 6 different vinyl grrls. Redheads, brunettes, a few black girls to boot!
Now I lay me down to sleep, girls of vinyl sure do squeek..... Sleep pretty!
