Futuresocks
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ORIGINAL: Tantriqu Two: I was being moved by my company, so I had no choice in the movers. For example: they said they would move liquids except alcohol because of their fundamentalist beliefs, so my friends got my booze. When they dismantled my bed, a 'scorpion' [particularly evil looking vibrating and nubbly strapon] in its harness was under the bed. Nobody said nuthin; I think it was good for them. My FAVOURITE: My place was burgled [the building had a master key which had been stolen, and an entire floor was cleaned out in a single day]. Since it was suggestive of an inside job, they sent a detective: I stayed in the kitchen while he fingerprinted in the bedroom. He was very, very manly, well-spoken, polite and no wedding ring [just the way I likes 'em]; in a couple of days when I had started to recover from the loss, distress and mess, I sent him a letter at work asking him out. I got a dozen roses and a 'yes' the next day. After some great vanilla dates, we were in bed and I asked him about his favourite fantasy, he said, 'Anything in that drawer.' He confessed he considered taking a particular ass toy 'down to headquarters for further examination' and that I'd have to come in and see him again to identify it. So, instead of weeks and months to bring up the subject, we could fast-forward to some virgin ass-fucking. So there ya go: you never know where the silver lining will show up: from burglary to ass-burglary. God damn, that was a good post! :D
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