Mediocrity Births A Monster: Difference between revisions

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work, baby.” She began to unbutton my mediocre pants and then I got out of the car and walked away from the woman.

 

 

“Get off your mediocre soapbox and just give into your deepest desires. You have a once in a lifetime chance that mediocre guys like you don’t get.” I was going to give in to my mediocre urges any moment. I had backed myself into a tree as the woman stalked me, consumed with lust. I pressed my mediocre back into the tree as hard as I could as she came closer. Then, she ripped my mediocre shirt off and started rubbing her soft hands on my mediocre chest. When she twirled her fingers around my mediocre nipples… Oh, how that mediocre bulge in my mediocre pants grew!