My god, red bra, orange pants, and green socks, I’m making love to a traffic light.
Get on with it.
I can’t. Where do I start?
What does it matter?
It matters a lot if I start with your bra, do I stop, or do I drive on knowing three penalty points and an eighty-pound fine are coming my way. Do I start with your pants, Amber? Gambling, if I start with your socks, then that’s it, I’m away.
Well, what do you expect me to do?
I expect you to dress appropriately for the occasion, I mean, Gok Wan couldn’t fix you.
Well, if we’re in an insulting mood, I don’t like the tiger pants you wear, especially as tigers are nearly extinct.
Oh god, did you really say that, I’m going out with a moron, 0.5 wit.
What does that mean?
It means you’re a halfwit.
Well, I was going to get naked and put my duffle coat on to get you excited, but not now.
Just what every guy wants, a naked girl in a duffle coat.
Some guys would die to see me naked in a duffle coat.
Do you know, you’re right, I've now got this fantasy in my head, put on an orange hat, and wow, pelican crossing.
Get knotted, and I tell you now, that’s the only action you’ll get tonight
Well, in that case, I’ll just have to create a fantasy
On he went with it, hallucinating vividly while she stood there, unarmed and furious.
Hell, she was already horny; maybe she could save the situation. She looked down at her pants.
You know, you could still drive if you haven't already crossed the line.
His eyes opened quickly, as if trying to catch her lying. He considered it...
Lose the bra and the socks
Lose the tiger, get up
Both coming halfway, they now stood in the bedroom, one more naked than the other. Still a little insulted, she went on to caress his member.
He, too stubborn to show his pleasure, gazed at the ceiling, feigning boredom.
Furious, she slapped him across his face with a high-pitched shriek, picked up her things and walked towards the door, getting dressed on the go.
Realising he had gone too far and that he was now all up and running, he tried to change her mind.
BAM went the door.
She'll call.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Amazing
They're still together.
Paul, you got me with this one. 🤣 The absurdity just keeps escalating, and somehow it never loses its footing. What starts as a ridiculous conversation about fashion and traffic lights turns into a full-blown battle of stubbornness and bruised egos. Thoroughly entertaining, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Traffic light sex, it's the way ahead.
I've been cited for running several red lights before and yellow is the same as green for me. It's those stop signs that have me worried when I'm half way through the intersection and notice a cop watching. Usually it is the speeding violations that they complain about the most and watch out for the accidents caused by a blown tire they result in life long penalties. A wonderful fun read Paul and a fave
It's a game of cat and mouse with traffic police now.
Politics at the intersection, no lights, flashing lights... strobing, connipting... tough, awkward navigation.
That's just getting out the street.
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