Handcuffs like these beauties, both literally, and as a metaphor for Imposed Art Restrictions, Open, not Close, the realm of Possibility. But y’all know all ‘bout this already right?Cuffs, and will just one, ahem, will one be enough (?) for the YET-to-be-experienced, single first, MUST make-a-good-impression, encounter?, Plus ONE crucial, foil-wrapped, hermetically sealed Condom along with their, as pictured here, Lie-Lingual ‘Use Instructions’ (la six-panel accordion-fold pamphlet for God’s sake!)
All three of these inter-related objects, all simultaneously gifted to me by D, along with her specific HANG Instructs (but w/o no USE Instructs), and hanging right now, as foto-documented right here, above my purely/clearly pristine Kandi Koated All-Nihon Bed-on-the-Floor.
A bed I lovingly constructed (like Figaro did in Mozart’s The Marriage Of...but I digress) to create more space inside my tight, cozy Kandi Koated Space, and next for extreme comfort, (Just a Twin tho, and thus, a-tad-too-tight-for-two) and third, a bed to be, can’t fall-out-of-Safe, no matter how exuberantly robust the Action taking place atop gets. (To date, just between you and me, my Reputation and all, on the line here), I’m clueless but optimistically hopeful about confirming through direct experience, empirically so to speak, this Safety Claim in-person.
And I promise to report back to you on/in this sometimes painfully transparent Public Forum. So please be patient and stand-by. This claim’s Safety Verification requires a Kandi Koated Assistant to confirm.
Any volunteers around me here in 3020 HollyHood? If so please raise your hand(s) and speak up so we can get this Show on the Road. And unfortunately, in this instance, that reliable old dictum, ‘Why wait, masturbate!’, just won’t cut it here.
So laugh at me, as I always do, and judge all you like, my dearest, Only the Lonely’, friends. I be laughing until dawn myself this 3020 Kandi-Koated Saturday night here in the HollyHood. Ha! 😀