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A Repost (From Five Years Ago)
Feb. 24th, 2008 07:45 pmI've always enjoyed reading Penthouse letters, but I never thought I'd be lucky enough to write my own. This afternoon's events changed all that!
I was walking along, minding my own business, just looking for some food. I was down by the McDonald's getting some fries, and checking out all the hotties, when I noticed a lovely lady scoping me out! Although I'm not ugly, by any means, I'm not used to being checked out by the ladies. This chick was something else again. She had a flirty walk, a firm breast, and the way she kept turning her head to look at me was priming my pump. Oooh, yeah!
She was a sleek love machine, and with the way she was twisting her head back and forth to get a better gander at me, I couldn't help but puff up my chest and prance a little. I tipped my chest up and my butt down, and she turned away from me, all demure-like. But I knew she was just playing hard to get. She was still peering at me from her flat, orange eyes. I pranced forward three steps, tipped a wing to the ground, and circled around it.
She suddenly swivelled in place to stare at me. I fanned out my tail feathers and dragged them on the ground for two more steps, and she pretended to peck at a piece of popcorn. I hopped forward three steps, closing the gap between us, making sure I extended each bright pink foot, and that's when it happened: she squatted slightly.
I was off like a rocket! I jumped on top of her, and in a fury of feather flurry, my cloaca pulsed once, twice, three times! I jumped off and flew away, and I swear, she was still ruffling her feathers and staring at me, almost like she wanted more.
I sure hope she's still there tomorrow!
I was walking along, minding my own business, just looking for some food. I was down by the McDonald's getting some fries, and checking out all the hotties, when I noticed a lovely lady scoping me out! Although I'm not ugly, by any means, I'm not used to being checked out by the ladies. This chick was something else again. She had a flirty walk, a firm breast, and the way she kept turning her head to look at me was priming my pump. Oooh, yeah!
She was a sleek love machine, and with the way she was twisting her head back and forth to get a better gander at me, I couldn't help but puff up my chest and prance a little. I tipped my chest up and my butt down, and she turned away from me, all demure-like. But I knew she was just playing hard to get. She was still peering at me from her flat, orange eyes. I pranced forward three steps, tipped a wing to the ground, and circled around it.
She suddenly swivelled in place to stare at me. I fanned out my tail feathers and dragged them on the ground for two more steps, and she pretended to peck at a piece of popcorn. I hopped forward three steps, closing the gap between us, making sure I extended each bright pink foot, and that's when it happened: she squatted slightly.
I was off like a rocket! I jumped on top of her, and in a fury of feather flurry, my cloaca pulsed once, twice, three times! I jumped off and flew away, and I swear, she was still ruffling her feathers and staring at me, almost like she wanted more.
I sure hope she's still there tomorrow!
