foto by lady – smith in brandt gallery basement wings
TINKERBELL AS GOOD GLANS FAN
“My first crush was Tinkerbell.”
“I could be your Tinkerbell.”
“I still find her sexy. I imagine her flying just below my erect penis, hitting my glans with her wings.”
“I think that flutter wing on stick would feel good, maybe as good as a little raspy kitty cat tongue. I’ll flutter your butter, Baby.”
“Churn my chime?”
“I’ll purr your porridge.”
“Rhythm my rhyme.”
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“Tinkerbell would be kinda frustrating because she wouldn’t have orifices big enuff for you.”
“Back then I didn’t know about orifices, so it didn’t matter. She could always give me a wing job. Besides, how do you know she doesn’t have orifices?”
“Not large enuff.”
“That’s OK. Some days I have a really small dick. I’m gonna reduce myself down to my essence, compact myself, reduce myself down to an mp3 file. I’ll still be me, this tall n all, but I’ll be compacted into a lot lighter. I’ll only weigh 17 pounds, which could be dangerous in a wind storm. So you’ll have to keep a leash around my neck to keep me from blowing away when we go somewhere.”
smith n lady