Earlier today I was walking around town when I saw Poncho perk up and run over to me. I figured he was excited; I was getting pretty excited, too. He asked me if I wanted to crash over at his place for a little bit. I happily obliged and set our date up for 8:30 PM.
It started out really well. Almost normal, really. What's the first thing you think of when you're in a house with a bear? Run away like hell. Not in this case, though. Poncho was super sweet and decided to tell me about his little 'Work-out' buddies.

Getting a bit turned on, I decided to ask if I could have a go. He responded:

...

So I headed over to the sofa and asked Poncho about it. He said cherry soda spitting out of it was normal, so I grabbed some couch and started my work-out with him. As Poncho would say, I was getting pretty 'Pumped up' from this experience. Luckily he had just the solution for me:

Glad that Poncho was into it as well, I began turning things around with my newly acquired muscles. I started to get a little breathless so I decided to stop with all the work-outs. Hoping we were going to get somewhere, I started a conversation about wrestling. He said having too much furniture would really cramp his style. Not enough space for wrestling mats!

Glad you were thinking of me, sugar. So since I finally built up the courage and was getting a bit too excited from his major turn-on, I decided to go in for the kill. Since he was so into 'Touching and turning", I spoke to him again.
... But was really let down.


... But was really let down.




Don't worry, you'll get to touch and flip him someday.
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