Got some barnacle rash on the buttocks today on a coastal expedition with a Filipina PhD Doctor of psychology from Cebu
I got a free psychoanalysis where she pegged me as a sylvan cat-loving introvert before we broke out our picnic lunch contributions and mine were shown wanting with shade thrown by her various deli offerings
The sun dried tomatoes with provolone cheese were the bollix with the cream cheese stuffed baby bell peppers a close second. I have made a note to buy some provolone for further investigations.
She let me massage her arms as we conversed on lofty topics of philosophy and the mysteries of the universe as the sun arced slowly overhead
I was able to dazzle her with some celestial fact-bombs as night fell upon the land and the stars slowly twinkled from their slumbers.
She let me massage her back and then pull her top down and suck her nipples for 20 minutes in the darkness before the rising tide forced us to vacate. But I could not persuade her to venture back to the forest with me so I drove home in the muggy summer evening warmth with an extra gearstick.







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