I know of a girl, Brittany Higgins is her name
She's in the web of google.
She's upset about letting her panties down
Working is draining and closed thighs whilst discrete beyond a modesty zone get itchy
She was working late on male orders.
The boy forgot his keys as he left the maelstrom
and returned on the pretext of recovering his dead mothers flowers
walking long the silent corridors he's distracted by the ticking
and the tapping of high heeled mental clicks on her keyboard
such an accomplishment for a female at least.
Empowered with the belt on his pants enscrolling his hanging mum and dad and their caravan
patolling the corridors and cavities
Brittany was there
Being hot and overworked and loath to admit it
he was horny
Her modesty barrier just excited him more
damn it he thought, why is a boy not concerned with his modesty
shit hey he thinks again, I can make buildings, build to great heights, design womens dresses and smash the atom
how about a little pussy, hey jeez I'm done with constructing, is 'bout time time I got down to real business.
The pyramids weren't built in a day ansd neither was Rome but I certainly can wreck havoc on this little pussy that won't change the world but of which Alexander the Great would be proud he thought,
and considered
That that man is so sad as that he had conqured the world by age 23 but only as his part of the 7 brother's divedends bequethed by his father who had only ever succesfuly conqured his breakfast.
.........so Brittany's pantie tugger is alone bored late at work patrolling the corridors of flourescent acidic concrete and finding himself just a little stiff
maybe it's the fumigant overlay from the cleaners
but the overwhelming power of girl encompasses reason
aaaaaaaaaaaaah no, it overcomes all reason
He should be home relaxing with no need for comma's within his sentence
The overwhelming itch
Brittany is alone, punching hard, her keyboard ecstatic from the pounding
But the boy not being a fan of Proust or even beginning to spell Rachmaninov holds his toungue
so he walks the corridor aiming for his keys
a fruitless task, he always knew were they were, he just wanted some action
leaving your keys is akin to losing your wife
you just don't do that - as you ask who will feed me, was I supposed to be there now, why didnt you tell me that !
so he walks and smells and is bored
there is an authority of such in authoritorial buildings that makes greater souls feel less
the devil is in the details
Four and a half minutes later he pulls up his unders to hide his weeping dick
she is satiated and curled like a used sticky note pad on her modesty desk
posted with a reminder to not go here again
But 6 months or a year later or maybe two, Brettiny has regrets
she blames the height of the modesty shield as not shielding her from the glances os predatory boys eyes
she blames her employer as not offering enough protection
she neglects to consider her need to wear skirts and tight sports equipment that enhanche her aging femine bumps
she neglects that media portrays her as a slut
Ive never heard of Alexandria Her Greatness conquering the world
Poor Brittany never understood her own perfume but would rather dweell in the smell of others
If her defending lawers had presented her juicy silky panties to the male judiciary there may have been a different outcome.
Alas, the boy is accused of rape
Is rape premeditated - does he procrastinate on proceedure, does he time this.
But we foget about Brittany's pantless pentration and her having to go home and explain what happened
...........and this results in a national legal court case
Jeez Brittany, have you no pride or discretion
Please understand that this is dick man thing and a cunt girl thing
You are placing the whole of humanity at risk with you obtuse gender theories.
Please just go home, pull your panties down and feel your cunt
Does it feel powerful................uuuuuuuuuuuuum yes
well as a boy to girl I suggest you fuck off and just accept that you have a hole and I have a dick
and as a boy I really don"t understand what you have to offer that would realy increase the quality of my life
face it bitch, I fuck and you lay down.
Have you managed to question the order of things - why are your fucking with men's power
Um yeah - because boys wave around their dick just doing stuff because they can and you wave around your breasts because you feed babies
You have an ecological role to perpetuate, stop complaining that you are special
Just stop awhile and feel yourself
Boys aren't your enemy. they are your friends
Just lay down and be a cuddly fuck.
P.S. - where are girl responses to this....I dont expect many.
P.P.S - face it girls - you have something boys want, and we just don't need your sympathy.