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Nov 2017
TEETHING TROUBLE

Armed to the teeth
with

teeth
(all newly acquired)

you delight
in biting me

leaving little
indented marks

like moons
that glow on my arms.

“Don’t let her bite you like that! ”

Her mother scolds
both her & me.

I laugh.

“Let her practice! ”

My flesh willing to be
bitten

to ease her
teething troubles.

she looks up
at me

(all chortles and drool)

takes another
nip of me

“Naw...naw...naw! ”
gnawing at my flesh

smiling up at me
with all her little teeth.

I kiss her
on the top of her

adorable
head

adorned with
a classic kiss curl.

“Da...da...da! ”
she thanks me.
I was also at one stage a wet male nurse....my friend had gone out on the town for the first time since she had become a mother and promised she would be back by ten to breastfeed her little one....alas ten came and then eleven and...no mum...so I put it to my male pap which it happily ****** in lieu of mums and it hurt like f...f....don't make me say it. I took it off my paltry right male ****** and it howled and hollered so I would it onto my pathetic left male ****** where once again satisfaction ensued...but you have no idea as a male how hard a baby *****....I was in agony by the time she came back at 12 of the clock and gratefully and tearfully handed over the infant child. Never again I promised myself...never again. And I have kept that heartfelt promise made to my then ignorant self and never attempted to let an infant such upon my teats ever again.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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