Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Diary of a Lady - 13


Parents who let their children walk around in squeaky shoes should be fed to a pack of hungry lions (I'll be cheering from the stands).

There's nothing like a spot of afternoon sex on a lazy Sunday to get you all relaxed and happy. What my partner and I hadn't counted on was a toddler pacing outside our window wearing shoes that squeaked. Through it all: foreplay and mainplay, the brat never stopped walking. So we decided to time our responses.

The refrain was rather simple: squeak, oh yeah, squeak, jesus that's good, squeak, I'm coming, squeak, squeak, squeak, yes, yes, yes!

Forty-five minutes later, I was enjoying my orgasm (which I very rarely have), and I could hear the ominous 'squeak, squeak, squeak'.

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