The Risks Of Going Commando

Walking across a small park in Paris a young woman was walking towards me, the wind picked up her skirt and before my eyes was her beautifully trimmed bush. Her face said it all, the embarrassment of a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I smiled, wagged my finger at her as I passed by.

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by Anonymous on Dec 18, 2022 at 6:39 PM

You wagged a finger at her ?
Only a dooche admonishes a woman for going commando.
You should've at least blown her a kiss.
I would've fallen to my knees, clasped my hands, and pleaded,
"Marry me !"

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