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Rated: 18+ · Book · Fantasy · #1712884
Why I want to write a book
#835007 added October 6, 2015 at 3:16am
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Oil and Water

      How much oil is there?

      How much drinkable water is there?

      My first memory of oil was baby oil.
      If I had a rash, mom would use baby oil on it.
      That was a very pleasant moment.

      The bottle is plastic. Plastic is an oil product
      and the oil inside is a petroleum product too.
      We bathe in oil and drink from plastic bottles..

      When I was a tiny tike my mom left me alone in the house.
      I was very upset. I got a hammer and broke every mirror.
    Then I slicked up the iron bathtub and
      rolled about in the slippery tub.

      It was orgasmic. I added shampoo too.
      Until, I was a bubbly froth. Mom returned with a shriek .
      She tried to grab me, but I was too slippery.
      I ran about screaming. But, my mom was relentless and
      eventually threw a towel over me ..

      She kept me wrapped in the towel as she spanked me
      over her knee. It was orgasmic.
      Mom did not approve of my orgasm and scolded me
      which only increased the orgasm. She ordered me to shower.
      That was not easy to do in a well oiled iron tub.

      I smelled like lilacs and baby oil.


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