Breasts, Mothers Day, & Saying 'Thank You'
May 9th 2007 05:45
Thank you, Mom, for providing those soft and pillowy mounds for me to mush my head into when I was feeling particularly distraught. I know you thought I was hungry, and maybe I was. Yet, it was more the soft fleshiness all around my little head that gave me the comfort.
You see, I didn't know how to think very well back then. I would make mountains out of molehills. A bit of the fece oozing out, and I was off to the races.
WAHHHHHHHH!
And you were there. To clean me, and then put my head into those soft, pillowy pads on your chest. They were always such a comfort. I've not yet been able to replace them. Tempurpedic has come pretty close, though it doesn't breathe and say nice things to me.
I never really told you that your milk tasted like crap. I know it fed me and gave me sustenance. But you know, I really just drank it because that's when I got to muzzle into your love lumps.
It's no wonder that I have become a bit of a Stress Management guru. You were, like, the original stress manager for me.
I tried letting a few clients suck my teats, but it didn't seem to have the same effect as when I was surrounded by your special flesh. And, when in prison for that unfortunate mis-understanding, I found no solace in big Bubba's breasts. Or his other man-meat, for that matter. It just wasn't the same.
So, thank you Mom, wherever you are.
deorre
You see, I didn't know how to think very well back then. I would make mountains out of molehills. A bit of the fece oozing out, and I was off to the races.
WAHHHHHHHH!
And you were there. To clean me, and then put my head into those soft, pillowy pads on your chest. They were always such a comfort. I've not yet been able to replace them. Tempurpedic has come pretty close, though it doesn't breathe and say nice things to me.
I never really told you that your milk tasted like crap. I know it fed me and gave me sustenance. But you know, I really just drank it because that's when I got to muzzle into your love lumps.
It's no wonder that I have become a bit of a Stress Management guru. You were, like, the original stress manager for me.
I tried letting a few clients suck my teats, but it didn't seem to have the same effect as when I was surrounded by your special flesh. And, when in prison for that unfortunate mis-understanding, I found no solace in big Bubba's breasts. Or his other man-meat, for that matter. It just wasn't the same.
So, thank you Mom, wherever you are.
deorre
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