Before he took those lovely pictures of Phil’s custom ponies, he was putting on a “show” for me with them.
Far less of a show than it was an alluring dance routine, featuring twin Rainbow Dashes and a Daring Do inviting even the most upright Christian Saxon to forsake his chastity and defile himself.
Naturally, with my heart being spitted upon this roast of sin, I felt guilty for playing the part of a burlesque window shopper with my voyeuristic behavior.
For me, however, Bradley covered all the expenses.
My lost innocence forgotten amidst the cries of pleasure, ecstatic enchantment and seductive propositions of the Spectrum Sisters and their Brazen Matron.
Since my boyfriend doesn’t speak English very well, what he’s trying to say is:
I made toys fuck