A small tale for Nikki and the Capt, ( slightly vulgar)
Posted 15 May 2011 - 10:49 PM
The dentist assigned to the job was a pretty little gal only a year or so out of school. She was delightful as opposed to the old scumbag.
She started giving me the Novocain I lost count how many shots but then she set chair back; one of those lie down types.
I am a life long mediator so I just go into the zone. She started to work.
Something brought me out of the zone. It was a warm July day and she was wearing one of those Dr. gowns. She is petite and was half lying over me doing her chores in my mouth. I realized suddenly her water line was on my forearm. I have been married twice, I know about this kind of experience.
I was aware of nothing else for the duration.
It is always a time my friends, always,
Posted 15 May 2011 - 10:59 PM
water line? whats a water line?
The term "waterline" generally refers to the line where the hull of a ship meets the water surface. It is also the name of a special marking, also known as the national Load Line or Plimsoll Line, to be positioned amidships, that indicates the draft of the ship and the legal limit to which a ship may be loaded for specific water types and temperatures.
Posted 15 May 2011 - 11:01 PM
When I was having Aidan, I tried to go drug free. After about 16 hours of hard labor with no drugs, I asked for something. The nurse gave me an injection of something called "stadol" (I think that's what it was). It did jack shit for my pain, but it took away the tiny little bit of self control I had over my big mouth. It felt better to me to sit up and plant one foot on the floor during pains. I sat up, put one foot on the floor and leaned forward and Mike said "OMG, you can't go anywhere" and I said "where the merry motherfuck do you think I'm going asshole? I'm hooked to 4 different fucking machines and am attempting to squeeze something the size of a watermelon out of my pussy!"
Posted 15 May 2011 - 11:09 PM