Sit On My Face And Tell Me That You Love Me
Friend: Look what I found today on gay.com:
man just looking to get rimmed and orally serviced tonight (I have a rim seat). No reciprocation...I only host...44 years old...white, 6-2, 275-pound long time lifter here in Delco (nearPhilly airport).Mmmmmmmm dare to dream.
Me: I feel like someone owes me an explanation about why that would be appealing to anyone's sensibilities. But, alas, I think no one has the answer. It's like trying to describe the color of the wind, or what God tastes like.
Friend: I asked what a rim seat was. He said:
Powerman***: a rim seat:
powerman***: is a toilet seat with short legs
powerman***: I sit on it with you under it face up...you get deep tounge [sic.] action into my muscle hole.
Mmmm….tastes like God!
Me: I knew I could count on you for investigation purposes! Thanks for guaranteeing that I never have an erection again.
Friend: I wrote:
friend: no, no really, that sounds really nice...
friend: for me to POOP on!
friend: ahaha, I kid! I kidd....
Me: I would laugh at that if I were able to still feel emotions. So, are you meeting up with him tonight?
Friend: Well, it's more of a rendezvous. I think meeting sounds so business-like. What we have is romance.
Me: Jealous doesn't begin to describe how I feel. I wish I could be there to let you know if you have something on your face or in your teeth, like after lunch.
Me: Ditto. Bye.
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