149 words on how sometimes it’s never meant to be…

This is a nickname that a Girl had for certain parts of my anatomy that she was found wanting, in more ways than one. Her name was Susannah, but she liked to be called Moon Beam. She had studied the Cowboy and Indian history thing (They’re Native Americans, she had scolded me), and she’d been convinced to transform her life to fit the period. This made things like foreplay quite interesting, what with all the props, but rather challenging. I don’t think you’d understand some of the things she asked me to do. She was a really nice person- only issue was her voracious sexual appetite. Wanted it every night, several times, I mean a man’s only so much energy, you know? In the end, she got with a friend of mine. He um heap bigger scrotum pole than you, she said. I send him sympathy cards every day.

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