Meeting the Teachers
I was on my best behaviour
it did give me an idea for a story
mind you everything does
It was over the internet
so thanks to them all
so I may write Parents Evening tomorrow
a comedy, not based on any real teacher
so stay pure, ok just don't wake up the neighbours
by the way the Comedy CSI Kdrama was very sad and dramatic
lots of screaming and crying, so I joined in with the crying
Anyway here's something to keep you happy till we meet in the morning
50 Shades of Michael ©
By Michael Casey
I first met Michael at the bus stop, he was back
combing his bushy eyebrows in the reflection by the bus time table. Applying a
bit of spit on the them as well to hold them down. How could I an
impressionable woman resist, it was all too much for me, I started to have
palpitations. I had to hold onto the bus stop for support. The eyebrows were
just so, so magnificent, he reminded me of a werewolf, so manly, so handsome,
how could I resist him.
On the bus I followed him and sat next to him, I was
intoxicated by his manly aroma, a mixture of Brut and sweaty socks. I gave him
the once over as the bus trundled along the road in the rain. His broad
shoulders and his even bigger belly were so overwhelming, I could barely
breath, he was irresistible.
My breathing became laboured and heavy, Michael looked
at me, with concern in his hazel coloured eyes, the eyes the eyes, he was the
man with the child in his eyes. He was too much, I just had to have him. I
started to breath more heavily, I was having an asthma attack, brought on by
pure lust, how could Michael do this to me.
I reached into my bag for my inhaler, I placed it
between my lips, but it was Michael who I wanted and needed, he and he alone
could give me what I wanted and needed and MUST have. He asked me was I ok,
speaking to me sent my pulse rate soaring. My head spun, he was speaking to me,
he was speaking to me, it was all too much. I fainted and my body slumped
against his.
I could feel his pulse against mine, Michael
whispered in my ear, he asked could he do anything? He asked could he do anything.
YES YES YES. Kiss me I whispered, so he did. I was in Heaven, a man a real man
was kissing me, a man who wore Brut and had sweaty socks, not to mention the
shoulders and the brushed back eyebrows, topped off with the Winnie the Pooh
like tummy. I was tingling all over as he kissed me.
We got off the bus together in Old Forge and Singing
Anvil, he knew what I wanted and I would not take no for an answer. I gave him
my business card Tracy Rogers, lingerie designer. He told me he was a cross
dresser and did I make his size, I laughed, he was so funny. He then told me he
was a film reviewer for Hungry Wolf a lads magazine.
We went into the Trader for a pint and a natter, I
explained my job and he explained his. We felt at ease with each other, as if
we had known each other for years. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man. He said looks did
not matter, so long as I could make him laugh, though designer lingerie did
help.
It was wanton, I had never picked a man up at a bus
stop before, but life was short, my last boyfriend had ran off with the girl
from the takeaway. I had never suspected, though he always seemed to get extra
rice. So now to find a real man was too much of an opportunity to pass on.
In the bedroom, socks and pants littered the floor,
but at least the sheets were John Lewis Egyptian cotton extra soft ones, and
they were fresh on that day. Michael had a washing machine and knew how to use
it. He also knew how to use what God had given him, and boy oh boy was I glad
of that. As for me, he liked what I gave and gave and gave again and again.
Three hours later we stopped for some tea and
crumpet, sex had made us hungry, and Michael did have Warbuton’s crumpet and
PG tips. So we had crumpet after we had
had crumpet, and we share sex tips while we had our PG tips. I glowed and
Michael was just Michael.
So we carried on again, it was as if Michael had
Duracell batteries in him, long lasting and never fading. As for me, I was glad
I had taken a chance at the bus stop, he was an animal, but the kind I wanted
and needed and must have. 50 shades of Michael, I had heard there was some
obscure film called 50 shades of something or another, but I had 50 shades of
Michael which was much much better.
I told Michael I enjoyed all sorts of things in the bedroom,
so he smiled and poured a bottle of Guinness all over my body. I thought it was beer
shampoo or something, until he started to lick it off. It was the first time
I’d done such a thing, it was wanton but
I loved it, we both loved it.
I told Michael that he was my best lover ever, that
we were so wanton, he could do anything he liked to me. As I said we were so
wanton he went to the kitchen and made wanton soup, we fed each other soup, and
what spilt on our bodies was licked off by us. Prawn crackers were spread over
our bodies and we ate from our bodies. So much better than anything from Sex
and the City.
We had so many plans, things to do, things to eat,
we’d never use plates again. It was prefect, perfect lust, and perfect food. 50
shades of Michael, I was such a lucky girl, such a lucky girl.
Then I woke up it had all been a dream, but why did
I smell of Guinness and have prawn crackers in my hair?
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