Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator

... talk and chat on just about any kind of topic; simply put, they love and are mad about being stupid ass-holes. While they have lunch at some restaurant here in Downtown, the food of which it is exceptionally appetizing and mouth-watering, Sofia flatly asks her sweetheart pal, “And what is the name of that sex powder that you just bought?” Daisy can’t clearly remember its name. It seems like she has forgotten it, but then in the coming moment, it is up there in her head, fresh and brand new like nobody’s business. “It is something the sort Chinese branded and named. Something like, ‘Quoi Zeugma.’ Something like that,” Daisy tells Sofia calmly and as hushed best as she can get her voice to be. Sofia then pinches her eyes and starts to think things over, and suddenly and abruptly mentions out to her: “I think that you should have gone for Lingui. It works best and efficient. Why don’t you go ahead and give it a try, my dear girl?” “If you say and believe so.” Following lunch, the two go to a lingerie and underwear store to peruse and browse through the never-ending and plentiful assortment of stuff here, all in hope and anticipation to pick one that might better suit and look gorgeous on Daisy tonight. The shopping assistant, who is all blond and willowy, offers to help them out but Sofia nicely turns down her well-bred proffer. “Don’t worry about us,” she reassures her with a vividly and dazzling smile. “We are bad sweet bitches and we beyond any shadow of a doubt do know how ...

... to get our way around here.” Even if they are both now far and distance-apart from the dazed woman, she is still looking at them in that edgy and uptight kind of way. At noticing this, Daisy asks Sofia, “Was it really basic to add all that up to her?” Sofia is carefully and closely eyeing this product of black stockings, going on to grab and survey it directly with her touchy-feely hands. “I don’t care. Well, if she believes that we are actual bitches, she must be one herself. It takes a bitch to know another bitch, you know, Daisy?” Daisy merely shrugs. “All I truly know is that it takes a thief to catch another thief, but this quote and saying of yours—it all sounds brand new and unfamiliar to me.” “Okay ! Try these out, will you? And don’t you wear any kind of bra with them. I want you to look like an absolute and undeniable bitch.” When work and labor liably and most likely becomes dull and mind-numbing and uninteresting at the same time, Preston Dick purely has got one remedy and relief to all this—masturbation. It is what he habitually and unfailingly does inside his office. At one time, he even worked and effected it out in a Board session and gathering full of people, and if not by a needle’s break and look-in, the chairman would have straightforwardly and without any bit trouble caught him in the act. This afternoon, he is all weary and by himself, listless and sick and tired with all of the office task and function that he has to do. There honestly isn’t any much ...