Sometimes, animals can sense danger which is oblivious to humans. Although the sea-gulls are an incessant strain to my slumber and sanity, I understand what they're saying: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!
I arrived in Dundee (Scotland) yesterday at 23.30 after a 15 hour commute from Croatia - car, plane, plane, taxi, train and walk. The flat where I'll be staying for five nights is situated directly on the high street next to a gambling/amusement parlour - which explains why the stairwell up to the apartment is paved with broken glass and smells like dried urine.
Casey greeted me at the door in her night-ware and I couldn't help but marvel how much chest-support it provided her. Although my eyes immediately transfixed onto her magnificent breasts I think I was more impressed by the engineering used to suspend the immense weight of them. Nevertheless, I quickly declined into tunnel vision where anything outside my narrowed field of view – occupied solely by breasts at this time – had became foggy. Hence, as she guided me through the house I was oblivious to all that was around me.
The Chiropractor who organised the accommodation warned me that "It's a bit rough," so I was actually a little anxious coming here - expecting a box-room in a murky hovel, over-run with dripping pipes and discoloured walls from resultant damp and undiscovered strains of micro-bacteria. But I was pleasantly surprised to find an ample-sized double-room awaiting me. Clean sheets. Even half a box of Wheat biscuits hosting my arrival. This, I have now realised, was the impression of a man in a breast- induced euphoria.
Have you ever been walking bare-foot and then stepped on something soft and moist and squishy? A reluctance to lift your foot follows, for fear of discovering the terrible thing that you just stepped on. I experience this feeling with every step I take in this dwelling… and I’m wearing shoes.
Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell. I ain't getting paid that much – I’m wearing shoes and two pairs of socks in this hell-hole.
To be continued…
I arrived in Dundee (Scotland) yesterday at 23.30 after a 15 hour commute from Croatia - car, plane, plane, taxi, train and walk. The flat where I'll be staying for five nights is situated directly on the high street next to a gambling/amusement parlour - which explains why the stairwell up to the apartment is paved with broken glass and smells like dried urine.
Casey greeted me at the door in her night-ware and I couldn't help but marvel how much chest-support it provided her. Although my eyes immediately transfixed onto her magnificent breasts I think I was more impressed by the engineering used to suspend the immense weight of them. Nevertheless, I quickly declined into tunnel vision where anything outside my narrowed field of view – occupied solely by breasts at this time – had became foggy. Hence, as she guided me through the house I was oblivious to all that was around me.
The Chiropractor who organised the accommodation warned me that "It's a bit rough," so I was actually a little anxious coming here - expecting a box-room in a murky hovel, over-run with dripping pipes and discoloured walls from resultant damp and undiscovered strains of micro-bacteria. But I was pleasantly surprised to find an ample-sized double-room awaiting me. Clean sheets. Even half a box of Wheat biscuits hosting my arrival. This, I have now realised, was the impression of a man in a breast- induced euphoria.
Have you ever been walking bare-foot and then stepped on something soft and moist and squishy? A reluctance to lift your foot follows, for fear of discovering the terrible thing that you just stepped on. I experience this feeling with every step I take in this dwelling… and I’m wearing shoes.
Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell. I ain't getting paid that much – I’m wearing shoes and two pairs of socks in this hell-hole.
To be continued…
I like your post but I would like to know more about Casey, she seems a lovely lass!
ReplyDeleteHope you are doing well cuz - stay safe and clean.
Egdar