The Romans thought that Homosexuality amongst women was DISGUSTING and REVOLTING and just plain silly because they didn't have the right tools to get the job done; moreover, they thought that any woman that participated in homosexual activity was just confused and felt pity for them, those poor women. Can you imagine that?
You are a Roman man, and decide its time for some loving so you kiss your wife good bye and walk down to your favorite boyfriends house to get your freak on, and on the way there you see one attractive woman with thin clothes, clear skin, wondrous proportions, full lips, hips and bust, perhaps with slight perspiration peppering her brow; and then from around the corner comes another woman, this one is gorgeous though, and makes your toga rise and then they look at one another and smile. And then they reach for one another with a longing passionate look (the way your wife use to look at you), and grasp one another about the shoulders and waist and press together in a passionate embrace, breasts mushed together, hands tracing contours, lips slipping and sliding over pink flesh. They fall against the wall together, legs entwine, hands slip under garments and between thighs until your toga falls back down and you feel your lunch rise in your stomach, up your throat, across your tongue, passed your lips and onto the paved road splashing against your sandaled feet.
They stop, thank the gods, and turn to face you and deeply apologize to you and ask that you not tell the guards about them. And you would have too, if your boyfriend hadn't spotted you standing there and took your hand and lead you back to his place.
Dreading it... another update
8 years ago
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