Let’s try it for real!” I squealed as I shucked my last article of clothing. (Guaranteed against rug-burns.) “Then I flip the switch for the rocking.” I felt the bed sway beneath me. Indian Sex Read 60153 times |
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Our ancestors found their safety sleeping in trees for millions of years, before we climbed down to the savanna. I bought all the furniture and decorated the home myself. Made as a fertilized egg in my mother’s womb, and made by my father’s sperm shooting into my own cervix. We still use the color photos of me as an infant, asleep on the big Cradle Bed. My kid brother, has developed his own line of personal lubricants, Nocturnal Emulsions. Daddy always called me Baby, like with Jeniffer Grey in ‘Dirty Dancing’. by Oediplex 8==3~
writing as TrojanSnake
{Please have a sense of humor and enjoy the concept, don’t you wish you had a cradle to fuck in?}
[Self-rocking is encouraged if you have no one to cuddle with.]
I own the first, I own the patent, and I owe it all to my Daddy. Then he put my limbs around his hips and stood holding on the the sturdy crossbar of the canopy
