No pic(k)!
At least you could have made it interesting, like sniffing your gym bag, or your feet. But some seat, that’s boring. Nice try though.
Can we just stipulate, you know, for the record, that there is nothing wrong with sniffing an unoccupied exercize machine seat? Life is short.
There’s nothing like the smell of bicycle seat in the morning!
Am I the only one who thinks, “so what?” He ain’t sniffing your ass. Sure it’s gross and skeevy but nobody’s messing with you. If you were more thoughtful, you could spray some body spray on your ass before mounting. Cucumber melon! Yum!
Slap him? Why? What did he do to you?
Edited to add: What bobot said.
Am I the only one to check this thread because he was interested in the double dildo action? slinks off
Why do you think Brooks saddles are made with such high quality leather?
Metrosexual horses, very fashion conscious.
This is what I would do if I were you. I’d use the bike. Then I’d wait for him to sniff the seat. Then I would loudly say:
“Eww, you’re sniffing the seat after I used it! Gross!”
Assuming the OP is (a) not making this up; and (b) still reading the thread (a long proposition, but whatever), this is not bad advice.
In the same way sunlight kills mold and germs, public ridicule can kill furtive behaviors that are, or should be, socially unacceptable.
“Not a bit of it! Simply close inspection to ensure that it is not scorched or singed!”
I sniffed her OP.
Smells nice.
Like a woman.
[QUOTE=Lt. Col. Frank Slade]
Women! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair… They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips… and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ‘em… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin’ to me, son? I’m givin’ ya pearls here.
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