YOU THINK I AM A HANDFUL?!


“Really? You think I am a handful?” I was momentarily distracted by the tall brunette striding towards me. Her luxurious thick hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a white tee shirt that set off her golden skin and clung to her round full breasts. She wore blue shorts that showed off her long legs.

“Um what?” I was confused.

“A handful! You said I was a handful!” She snapped.

Daisy meowed as if to agree with her. I stared at the woman and then my cat. I winced when my cat swatted my foot with her paw.

“Just a moment, Daisy” I tried to shift from the painful dig from her claws but couldn’t move. What the?!

“I will show you a handful!” My attention was once more focused on the woman.

She gripped the front of her shirt and ripped it open. Her breasts bounced free.

My eyes widened in hungry appreciation. Daisy meowed.

“Here Daisy,” I managed, “go play with you ball! Mommy wants to play with her new friend!” I reached above my head.

  • I woke up dazed and confused! What the?! Where did the luscious woman go? Damn that woman was looking so fine! I realized that I was dreaming! My arm high above my head. I had been reaching for the crystal on my brow chakra instead of the “ball” I thought it was in my dream! Damn lucid dream!

If only I was spreading a woman out and making her cum. Gah.

7 thoughts on “YOU THINK I AM A HANDFUL?!

      1. I laughed out loud when I read this and also laughed because the other day I imagined you being mad at the creepy staring old lady (me) in the lobby and you threw a cup at her.

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