Its 6pm and I’m just making it onto the metro. I’m tired after a long day and am ready to go home and force myself into the gym (or sit on the couch and think about it). I sit down and open my issue of “The Economist” and read about Bill Gates leaving Microsoft.
At the next stop … something on the floor catches my eye. Its a toe … actually a set of them. They are rocking a fresh french manicure (so sexy) and are resting in a pair open toed stilletos. My interest is piqued.
I continue to move my eyes upward as Bill Gates starts to lose my attention. I see some gold straps wrapped around the smoothest caramel skin and a set of tall slender legs. I continue my trek North to find exposed and toned thighs under a short body hugging skirt. Who is Bill Gates again?
Now … my jaw drops. Ass for days is an understatement. And not only is it large … but its perfectly rounded. The tight skirt hugs every curve just right and I marvel at the feats that have been made in clothing production … because its amazing anything can hold all that together without ripping.
A slender waist greets me on my way to a set of just … heavenly mounds. Their close to perfect … hell … they are perfect. Round, perky, well formed. She is turned to the side … so I get a nice side view and can make out all the details. Her hair drapes down the open back of her top … silky and with a heavenly sheen. Something you want to play with as she lays on your chest. It covers more of the silky smooth skin that I was treated to before.
She is looking forward reading the metro map … her face just out of view. My mind races … what to say? How do I approach her? Is my breath straight? I only have a few seconds before I launch into my approach.
She finishes reading. I hold my breath … steadying my nerves … anticipation at its highest. I forget where I am. I don’t remember where I’m going. I only have one thing on my mind.
Until I see her face …
I have heard of being hit with an ugly stick … but GOTDAMN! Like a whole fleet of ugly trains ran over her … then someone mad at the world just decided to take out their agression on the remains of her face. Its like a perfect storm of unattractiveness … all concentrated onto this one place.
If I wasn’t such a Christian … I would question His’ existance.
So … does it matter? I mean … the body is 90% of her physical form. The prototype from the neck down is still pretty good … right? Does this butter-face (everything looks good but-her face) not deserve at least a little bit of my attention? Doesn’t ass & titties conquer all? Hmmmm … decisions decisions.
What would you do?
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