tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918474934970337247.post2603702309823957334..comments2024-02-28T12:23:49.991-08:00Comments on Less Hat, Moorhead: SWEDISH FOR BEGINNERSM.V. MOORHEADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15398205168324140929noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918474934970337247.post-69223947116601770482010-04-06T10:30:13.087-07:002010-04-06T10:30:13.087-07:00Well, I didn't wish to be immodest about the a...Well, I didn't wish to be immodest about the about the combined power of my masculinity & of Dave's, but...let's just say I had my suspicions...M.V. MOORHEADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15398205168324140929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918474934970337247.post-68481609343043412252010-04-06T07:37:29.232-07:002010-04-06T07:37:29.232-07:00The tremor your wife felt was no earthquake, but a...The tremor your wife felt was no earthquake, but a spontaneous orgasm brought on by the proximity of two strapping men working their Ikea regimen together. Consider:<br /> <br />The angst of pressed and tortured wood chips mixes with the crisp, clear tang of birch veneer, then rides the crest of male pheremones joined in a competitive clash of creative and constructive lust, scenting the air with what can only be called a true maleness. This flagrant exhibitionism, this hammer-head pounding, this twisting torsion, this manual manipulation, this piercing penetration, this…<br /><br />What else could she do but succumb to her natural responses and, without warning, explode in some frenzied release. Embarrassed at this sudden yet delicious response to the call of your rugged masculinity, she, still flushed with confused desire, could only mouth weakly that she felt the earth move. And you and Dave, gentlemen to the core, and never wishing to take unfair advantage, wordlessly agree with a quickly thrown glance to interpret her submission literally, convincing yourselves that she did, indeed, feel an actual earthquake.<br /><br />And as you went back to screwing boggledashes and gremlickshplices into the new billy bookcase, your wife closed her eyes tightly, hoping this pronounced triangle of sexual tension would dissolve with the licking of her lips and the tingling sweat at the back of her neck. Then, knowing your masculine exercise must continue without her further satisfaction, she squeezes her thighs together and draws her breath in deep, then relaxes with a sigh so deep and long that you and Dave hear and feel it through and above the squeal of an unlubricated screw.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com