"Not My Thing" (A Gay Roommate's Lament)
by Chris Dangerfield
"I want to borrow your convertible for my date with HERRRR," she purred. He frowned.
"NO. You getting it all girly is Not My Thing." She just smiled knowingly.
"Moissst well of love. Juicccy mound of joy." She crooned. He shook his head firmly.
"Wont. Work. NOT My Thing."
"Luscious labial lips. A vaginal canal with delicate clitoral..." Fingers jam into his ears.
"Lalalalalalanotlistening. SOOOOO Not My Thing."
"As my tongue slips deeeep into..."
"Auuugghhh. STOP. Take the car evil woman. You SO need to be SPANKED!" She hugged him, smiling widely.
"Of course, love... That Is EXACTLY My Thing."
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