9:56 AM 3/6/09 ·
I'm not exactly sure when it was I first began developing boob puppets. If I really sat back and tried to think about it I could probably work it out. Although, in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter.
Generally at some point after intimacy developes, or cozy nakedness, I surreptitiously begin an argument. Not between us, between the boobs. One picks a verbal fight with the other one, who naturally defends itself. It's brutal, they're insulting each other, there's constant less than pleasant verbage going back and forth here...
...and naturally the possesser of said boobage is looking down with a very disturbed look on her face.
Then the plot to battle the head for dominance of the body begins as the boobs start to scheme together.
The disturbed look becomes concerned.
's case this has developed along those basic lines but gradually I've begun to develop boob battles. Actually having them reaching across the divide and bopping each other violently; not painfully, don't worry. Now, you'd imagine that a woman these little mammary wrestling matches are taking place on would get on my case about it...but this rarely ever happens.
More often than not the woman in question starts trying to mediate a truce between her boobs.
This morning though...things took a turn.
Kinda started last night, I named the right one Floyd. This got Laura
actually directing back to me on the matter. Not about the battling but why "Floyd"? Said it was a totally innappropriate name for him. I got her on that as she referred to her boob as being male.
She just harrumphed and said her boobs could be boys if she wanted them to be.
It wasn't until this morning that she asked what the left one's name was.
Caught a little off guard so I just went with the first thing that came to mind.
Yeah. Don't know what I was thinking either.
So, first they were fighting. Basically, boob punches and wrestling. Trying to twist around each other and pin the other one. This was causing a bit of distress for Laura
so I switched the tempo. I started making Floyd and Beluga flirt with each other and then start screwing each other's brains out. Then, after they were pried apart Floyd screamed out he might be pregnant now and Beluga was all on about how he didn't care and that it wasn't his problem...
then did something absolutely beautiful. She looked accusingly down at her left boob and called him a deadbeat dad.
I about lost it there.
Don't worry. Floyd and Beluga made up and are again fucking all over Laura
Lust won out again.
On a side note, this last whole bit was going on while Laura
and I were having ze sex.
Hey, silly really works for us!