After spending a few hours trying to fulfil a mountainous list of chores.
I finally arrive back at the apartment block, stepping into the elevator, only just beating the partially closed doors.
I emerge moments later, having travelled past all the other floors.
I enter our abode.
Something is different, what exactly I know not so I instinctively switch into my detective mode.
I am searching through everything slowly, carefully and systematically.
Then my head turns automatically.
That sound??? I think to myself. For a millisecond I am stood still, bolt straight.
Trying to adjust to my now hammering heart rate.
My feet start to move, quickening with every pace.
The look on my face.....
Shock. It's phase and or status: undeniable.
So much so that my balance is now very unreliable.
I have found the sounds source.
It emanates from you. You-I mean OH!-you're p-pleasuring yourself whilst sitting naked upon a rocking horse.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
After spending a few hours trying to fulfil a mountainous list of chores.
I finally arrive back at the apartment block, stepping into the elevator, only just beating the partially closed doors.
I emerge moments later, having travelled past all the other floors.
I enter our abode.
Something is different, what exactly I know not so I instinctively switch into my detective mode.
I am searching through everything slowly, carefully and systematically.
Then my head turns automatically.
That sound??? I think to myself. For a millisecond I am stood still, bolt straight.
Trying to adjust to my now hammering heart rate.
My feet start to move, quickening with every pace.
The look on my face.....
Shock. It's phase and or status: undeniable.
So much so that my balance is now very unreliable.
I have found the sounds source.
It emanates from you. You-I mean OH!-you're p-pleasuring yourself whilst sitting naked upon a rocking horse.
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