24th wish
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,429
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
24th wish
People were always setting her up with stupid, whiny squares, who never did anything wild or freaky, or even in any way sudden. They all acted as if startling her would make her break them in half. She didn’t really like these men (she did enjoy the sex and free meals though) and she just couldn’t find the strength to put up with the psudo-therepy “How do feel about that?” sort behavior for more than two weeks. The ones that set her up on these dates were a variety of her relations to whom she wasn’t in want of giving any hurt feelings.
She was now at her own birthday party that her matchmaking relatives had made for her. Candle blow-outing was something she had always been good at. Last year (23) she had wished to get the money for bills or a personal vacation (or both) in a way that could only possibly thrill her. A sexy, probably gay man who worked for the IRS came to her house. She did what she did to any stranger that came to her house that she knew she wouldn’t have sex with. He was asked in a way that she would describe as “mock-casual-sophisticatto with a hint of girl power and cloves” what his official job title was and if he had ever noted that ‘title’ had ‘tit’ in it and wondered “AA, A, B, C, D, or DD?” He responded that he was an IRS official error correction citizen informer and that he didn’t care what size of tit title had, but found it amusing that it only had one, making it “uninippled”. They had a laugh. Then with her tone serious, she said “I guess even words get cancer.” She smiled, then gave a small evil giggle as the power rush that a woman can only get from the discomfort of a het woman or gay man having to rack-check (look at her girls) long enough to analyze whether she has cancer or not. He sighed and said \"If only there was a butt cancer.\"
This year she wished for some adult enrichment that would surprise her. She blew the candles out.
Disclaimer: Twiceashorny (me) has made up these so far unnamed char.s but the American English Language owns most of these words.
She was now at her own birthday party that her matchmaking relatives had made for her. Candle blow-outing was something she had always been good at. Last year (23) she had wished to get the money for bills or a personal vacation (or both) in a way that could only possibly thrill her. A sexy, probably gay man who worked for the IRS came to her house. She did what she did to any stranger that came to her house that she knew she wouldn’t have sex with. He was asked in a way that she would describe as “mock-casual-sophisticatto with a hint of girl power and cloves” what his official job title was and if he had ever noted that ‘title’ had ‘tit’ in it and wondered “AA, A, B, C, D, or DD?” He responded that he was an IRS official error correction citizen informer and that he didn’t care what size of tit title had, but found it amusing that it only had one, making it “uninippled”. They had a laugh. Then with her tone serious, she said “I guess even words get cancer.” She smiled, then gave a small evil giggle as the power rush that a woman can only get from the discomfort of a het woman or gay man having to rack-check (look at her girls) long enough to analyze whether she has cancer or not. He sighed and said \"If only there was a butt cancer.\"
This year she wished for some adult enrichment that would surprise her. She blew the candles out.
Disclaimer: Twiceashorny (me) has made up these so far unnamed char.s but the American English Language owns most of these words.