"DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID?? YOUR CUNTING DAUGHTER??"
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Apr 24, 2012
Stand Off - Phyllis Laughlin
We adjust, you and I, tails down, ears back, sniffing hindquarters, scenting the hidden criticism behind each well-timed "What do you mean by that?" I stubbornly bark and prance at every gesture of assistance, squatting next to my post of independence while you crouch over the bone of your manhood. The rope of compromise lies tattered on the claw-marked carpet from our tug-of-war of great minds not thinking alike. But, when the clouds unleash and the thunder calls us to our den, you nustle, whuffle, lick me until I turn and offer you my belly once again.