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kinkiness over coffee
About a month ago I was hanging out with some pals of mine in the cafeteria. We just came out of a bloddy boring lecture, that I spend with counting the lamps on the ceeling. What? I can count. And yeah, I am a student. And I’m not earning my grades by fucking profs either. I don’t learn or study at all for that matter - people even mark the days I’m showing up at campus in their calendars - but somehow I manage, I always did.
So we were drinking our coffees, going on about the latest gossip and discussing who of the profs might be the most kinky one. They all picked Mr.-oh-look-at-my-huge-dick-in-these-thight-leathers-Lancken, but I voted for Mr. Preston ‘cos he is pretty small and there’s something about his face that just gives me the wiggens. I mean just because Mr. Lancken shows off with his equipment doesn’t mean he’s perving around. Furthermore everybody knows that small people are mean, like they have to compensate their size or something. Just take a look at Hitler. O.k. Bush may be 5 feet and something, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the box either. And what about other body extensions being undersized? I’ll better get that foot out of my mouth now!
You’re not a federal agent or one of these saved ones, are you? ’Cos I don’t do republicans and suchlike, they have the tendency to go all ‘you’ll burn in hell bitch’ on me. Of course after they begged me to piss all over them. That foot so has to leave my mouth NOW! ’Cos I’m not in the mood for some behind-bars-action with Big Bertha and some shortish guards. If I’m not mistaken one of my psychology-profs once even said something about small people and sadism. But then again I’m not good at paying attention to the things my profs ramble about. I’m mostly busy with checking out other students, counting what ever catches my eye or doodling on the desk.
Oh yeah, I’m a bad girl!
So during another session of boredom at university I fired up my mp3 to at least tune out Mr. Prestons stuttering about equality and democracy. Like anyone cares? Come on, face it. There are no such things as equality, unity, democracy or even dignity for that matter. He knows it, I know it, we all know it. Even though most people don’t want to accept it. So why do we waste our time chasing after some rotten mans dream? It’s not like the world would be a better place after all. Just think about Marxism or alike. It’s nice to read, but not practicable. Theory - no more and no less.
...to be continued
So we were drinking our coffees, going on about the latest gossip and discussing who of the profs might be the most kinky one. They all picked Mr.-oh-look-at-my-huge-dick-in-these-thight-leathers-Lancken, but I voted for Mr. Preston ‘cos he is pretty small and there’s something about his face that just gives me the wiggens. I mean just because Mr. Lancken shows off with his equipment doesn’t mean he’s perving around. Furthermore everybody knows that small people are mean, like they have to compensate their size or something. Just take a look at Hitler. O.k. Bush may be 5 feet and something, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the box either. And what about other body extensions being undersized? I’ll better get that foot out of my mouth now!
You’re not a federal agent or one of these saved ones, are you? ’Cos I don’t do republicans and suchlike, they have the tendency to go all ‘you’ll burn in hell bitch’ on me. Of course after they begged me to piss all over them. That foot so has to leave my mouth NOW! ’Cos I’m not in the mood for some behind-bars-action with Big Bertha and some shortish guards. If I’m not mistaken one of my psychology-profs once even said something about small people and sadism. But then again I’m not good at paying attention to the things my profs ramble about. I’m mostly busy with checking out other students, counting what ever catches my eye or doodling on the desk.
Oh yeah, I’m a bad girl!
So during another session of boredom at university I fired up my mp3 to at least tune out Mr. Prestons stuttering about equality and democracy. Like anyone cares? Come on, face it. There are no such things as equality, unity, democracy or even dignity for that matter. He knows it, I know it, we all know it. Even though most people don’t want to accept it. So why do we waste our time chasing after some rotten mans dream? It’s not like the world would be a better place after all. Just think about Marxism or alike. It’s nice to read, but not practicable. Theory - no more and no less.
...to be continued