. .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored do...n there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we. She walked him around the back yard rather than simply leaving him in a run. She spoke to him often in her level, soothing voice. After hours, however, was a different story. After all the chores were done she ceased to be Nurse Becca, and became submissive slut Becca. This woman did not use given names, for fear of lasting affections. She did not want to become mate to one animal, but was willing to be their bitch for a day, or week. As dog-slut Becca she would climb into her prospective. My father had a huge cock. I used to sneak in and watch him put it to my mother. I was amazed anything that big could fit into a woman until I learned where the baby comes out. I think that between my daddy’s legacy and you, our sons will be in big demand by any women they get to know.”“Planning our sons already? What if we have daughters?”“Then I think that you should be their first like my daddy was mine, and show them what a loving man is like and how to deal with a big dick.”I stopped. “I didn’t say I was giving you an option,” I say, and know that I’m acting very different from my normal self, but something inside me says this is right. I then shove her back against a wall, and actually have to bend over her massive chest, to plant my lips on hers. I thought I’d be turned off by the thought of kissing this large woman, but she actually smells rather nice, and it only takes me a couple seconds to realize she’s one helluva kisser. I want to help this woman feel better, and.