Forget Lois, Fuck Me!

“Lola, where’d you find that getup?”

“The costume store.”

“You know, Halloween isn’t for another three months.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So why are you getting all dressed up?  Going to a cosplay convention?”

“Something like that.”

“Care to share?”

“I have a date.”

“With whom, Superman?”

“Exactly!”

“Come on.”

“I hope he does! – on me!”

“Will you please tell me what this is all about?”

“I have a date with a super hunky guy who, as it happens, is into cosplay.  He wants to dress up as Superman and wants me to be his Wonder Woman.”

“Where did you meet this man of steel?”

“Online.”

“Have you met in person before?”

“No, never.”

“You’ll be careful?”

“Always.  I’m Wonder Woman.  I’m also his Kryptonite.”

“How’s that?”

“Let’s just say that I haven’t met a man yet whose steel doesn’t go soft after I’m through with him.”

Pachu M. Torres

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