Monday, 14 July 2008
I found my calling last night when I slipped my Jamaica through my legs to the bum crack and taped it up. Next I enveloped my legs in synthetics and twiddled my dee. An hour passed in a rush of titivating. Complete as I woman, I stood rapturous before the mirror and mumbled Buffalo Bill seductively. My mother entered. She looked mid stroke. ‘It puts the lotion in the basket,’ I shouted, waving ferociously at her to leave.