There is nothing that puts the giddy in your giddy-up quite like the look of sheer, tight material that fits like a glove. Oh, the sheer sleekness of a package that shows every curve. Your imagination starts to wander, and before you know it, imagination takes hold.
The Perfect Date
The fit is so perfect you tingle with anticipation. The cling, the shine, the sheer visual pleasure of it all. You can almost taste it. It is so tight you can’t believe it contains all that goodness packed inside that tiny, form-fitting delight.
The light hits the material just right, and it glistens, almost ready to explode at the seams. Shiny as a pair of well-oiled hands dipped in lotion, or smooth like Kramer covered in butter. You can’t look away. You want it so badly your mouth waters, and you’re rooted to the spot. You can’t speak. You’ve got a shiver running through you, and you can’t wait to touch it.
Check out the descent into darkness
There is so much heat your mouth waters again. You sweat. You must have that tender morsel if it’s the last thing you do. But how do you get your hands on this beauty? Can they hear you yelling for more? Just a taste, a jiggle, a shake. You slap that baby on Tuesday, and you know it still jiggles on Saturday. You want to hold it, feel it, and enjoy every last bit.
The heat is too much. You know it’s ready for you. You know you’ve reached the point of no return. You want to bite it like Marv Albert with a hooker in a back room. You can’t take it anymore. You yell out, “I must have it! I was first in line! I need the goods, and I need them NOW!”
Charlie Brown and the Condom Conundrum
And honestly, when something looks this good, there’s only one thing left to do.
Take a bite.
Because what I’m really talking about is sausage, snug in the perfect casing, ready to eat fresh off the grill.
What can I say? Sometimes the things that tempt us most are not what we think they are. What did you think I was talking about?
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