“Curvaceous” seems wholly inadequate to describe the extent to which my new roommate stretched her mammary integument, but alas my imagination was not to receive the same treatment, as her attention turned to presenting her Nintendo Wii with its custom D-pad equipped controller barely the size of a 9v battery on our bed. Myself I had a Switch or Sega Game Gear
and was apparently on a support call, but having moved the device from under a blanket, I accidentally pressed some buttons or the touchscreen and lost my place, jeopardizing the transaction. It annoyed me that there were at least two unfamiliar peripherals attached to the top of my handheld, whose ownership I attributed to my gaming succubus. Meanwhile, her ex dropped in, a half-naked fellow with a single large left breast and a sullen look on his face like Pygar’s from Barbarella
, and spoke to her off to the side, though I overheard him ask why she hadn’t consummated our arrangement, as if it were inevitable! Another bare-chested golden-haloed man followed him with glee and thanked me for introducing him to just his type.


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