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MARSHMALLOWS AND PELVIC CAMPFIRES AT THE HAIKU EROTIC RESTAURANT
Everybody likes to sit back and munch a marshmallow now and then, right?
I mean it's what a lot of us do in the summertime at the beach alongside campfires. I think many of us grew up enjoying those outings.
You see, I was in this reminiscent mood a couple nights ago at the restaurant because it was gonna be my birthday soon and I kept remembering those birthday marshmallow roasts at the beach in my childhood.
Well,in the midst of my going down memory lane, one of our lovely guests interrupted, "I have some marshmallows on me, want some?" I said no thanks, wondering if she was selling Girl Scout boxes for her daughter who had just turned 18 and was sitting beside her. Daughter was here to do a research paper for her erotic studies class."Mindy has some marshmallows too. Mindy, show them to the maitre d'," the mother said glowingly. And that wet dream proceeded to unbutton the top of her dress and ladle out some of the loveliest mammaries I've ever seen, BUT HOLD ON! they looked so different!! The areolas were nicely puffed up around larger than normal size nipples, as if some force in the chest had pushed the breasts out to maximum attractiveness.The mother then opened her own blouse and showed us hers. Like mother like daughter. She explained. these are called puffy nipples and are a popular fetish for some people. Well, Mindy started unhooking her bra while another lovely guest spoke up, confessing "I have a pair too." And still a few others down the banquet table stood up (jealous I think) shamelessly opening their bosoms and declaring "Me too! Me Too! Look!" All of them began to disrobe completely, their pelvic campfires, if I may invent a metaphor, heating up dripping Eros' white flames, as the men and even two lesbians rushed in to suck and lick and gently bite the marshmallows. The women wore that far away dreamy look women get sometimes when something is being stimulated the right way. I guess I don't have to explain what next happened. A fuck fest so loud and unstoppable it shook the walls and rafters of our infamous, though very addictive, dining palace. At one point I snuck into our "recovery room" to compose the haiku for the evening:
so springy and soft
these sweet- tasting marshmallows
called puffy nipples!
I mean it's what a lot of us do in the summertime at the beach alongside campfires. I think many of us grew up enjoying those outings.
You see, I was in this reminiscent mood a couple nights ago at the restaurant because it was gonna be my birthday soon and I kept remembering those birthday marshmallow roasts at the beach in my childhood.
Well,in the midst of my going down memory lane, one of our lovely guests interrupted, "I have some marshmallows on me, want some?" I said no thanks, wondering if she was selling Girl Scout boxes for her daughter who had just turned 18 and was sitting beside her. Daughter was here to do a research paper for her erotic studies class."Mindy has some marshmallows too. Mindy, show them to the maitre d'," the mother said glowingly. And that wet dream proceeded to unbutton the top of her dress and ladle out some of the loveliest mammaries I've ever seen, BUT HOLD ON! they looked so different!! The areolas were nicely puffed up around larger than normal size nipples, as if some force in the chest had pushed the breasts out to maximum attractiveness.The mother then opened her own blouse and showed us hers. Like mother like daughter. She explained. these are called puffy nipples and are a popular fetish for some people. Well, Mindy started unhooking her bra while another lovely guest spoke up, confessing "I have a pair too." And still a few others down the banquet table stood up (jealous I think) shamelessly opening their bosoms and declaring "Me too! Me Too! Look!" All of them began to disrobe completely, their pelvic campfires, if I may invent a metaphor, heating up dripping Eros' white flames, as the men and even two lesbians rushed in to suck and lick and gently bite the marshmallows. The women wore that far away dreamy look women get sometimes when something is being stimulated the right way. I guess I don't have to explain what next happened. A fuck fest so loud and unstoppable it shook the walls and rafters of our infamous, though very addictive, dining palace. At one point I snuck into our "recovery room" to compose the haiku for the evening:
so springy and soft
these sweet- tasting marshmallows
called puffy nipples!
Published 3rd Sep 2016
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3rd Sep 2016 3:57am
Nothing says late summer like warm toasted marshmallows. So good and wholesome too.
3rd Sep 2016 4:48am
We here at the restaurant found them all those things, especially very HOLEsome.
