big daddy matty

tongue tied

I stay seated as my eyeBALLS bulge out of my head like a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Across from me the young lad keeps his beady brown eyes intertwined with mine. "You really like me eyeBALLS don't you", I say as I aggressively flutter my promiscuous lashes. "Of course I do m'lady. I am Jacob, Jacob Sartorius", his musty voice is like music to my infected ear drums serenading me and putting me into a deep slumber...
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My eyelids swing open allowing me to observe my surrounding environment: darkness. "What has happened?!", I think to myself before seeing a figure DASH across the room. I develop bumps of geese all over my alluring body. I close my eyeBALLS for only 1/64th of a second before the figure is levitating like a Fushigi Magic Ball. I gasp, preparing to screech loud enough to tear my vocal cords before a gargantuan hand is placed over my mouth hole. "Mmm phalanges", I think to myself as I feel mammoth fingers and veins running throughout this hand. The lights flash on and I observe that I am in fact in a rando's bed, but I am not complaining... ;) "J-J-Jacob? What happened?!", I weakly say as I further regain my consciousness. "Indeed, it is I, Jacob Sartorius. You passed the fuck out back there because of those tacos you had. What was in them?" Oh my golly gee...I just met this fellow and I had already knocked out! I ignore his question as I rise from my cocoon like stance in a thicc blanket on a king size bed. "Where did all my friends go?", I shriek. Looking around I see a box of My Little Pony horse figurines and I knew he was the one. I get up making my way towards them and I witness embarrassment growing on the left side of Jacob's face. "You didn't tell me you were a Brony!", I say in excitement. "I don't usually tell people about my hobbies...", Jacob states in obvious discomfort. I carefully open the box to find every pony carefully organized in it's rightful spot. Behind the ponies lay a wig, unicorn horn, handcuffs, and a tutu. Defensively Jacob responds, "Don't mind that...it's nothing". "I think it's kinda hot don't you think", I belligerently whisper under my breath. I walk towards him looking into his dog shit colored eyeBALLS immediately drawn to him because of his aura. My next acts I knew were going to be purely based on my impulses. I firmly grasp his right shoulder blade, caressing it softly as I continue gazing into his eyeBALLS. He returns the energy grabbing my inner thigh digging his 7 inch chipped black polished nails into my skin...ow. I bite my top lip seductively before latching my moist voluptuous lips onto his. The feeling of his cracked lips turned me on in large quantities, creating the desire for the urgent use of my 0.35 oz Mint Mario Badescu Squeeze Tube Lip Balm. His slick textured tongue slipped into my mouth hole reaching my uvula. "Sexy", I thot returning the gesture. When my tongue reached his uvula he let out a cry before biting down splitting my tongue in two. The unbearable pain struck in an instant, my body unable to handle it. For the second time that day, my world turns black.
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I awoke to my tongue hanging on by a thread...literally. Jacob sewed a sliver of my monstrous tongue back into its special home in my mouth (aw how cute). I try to speak but am unable due to the excruciating pain. Jacob offers to attempt to fully sew on my tongue claiming he has learned from only the best: Dr. McSteamy (whoever that may be). I trust that he will provide me the care I need, so I allow him to perform the procedure. He kneels alongside the bed with a needle and thread in hand. He inserts the needle into my tongue carefully beginning to sew it back on when he suddenly releasing a god awful SCREECH and stabs me straight in the top of the mouth. I begin screeching with him as pain and blood flooding my mouth in milliseconds. "WHY TF DID YOU DO THAT IM GOING TO SEW YOU A QUILT", I mumble as best as I can looking at him with my eyebrows furrowed. I look at his sexy a$$ as I witness a mouse crawl out of it...what tf. "I knew I lost you Arnold! Where have you been buddy?!", Jacob says joyfully. In confusion I avoid asking questions as to why there was a mouse shoved up Jacob's a$$hole. He continues sewing my tongue into my mouth before getting ready to take me home. Leaving behind my blood that stained all the sheets on his bed, but secretly I think he liked it... This night was truly amazing, but this feeling I experienced with Jacob was all too familiar and I couldn't put my phalange on it. "The mixture of pure lust and near death, what could it possibly be?!", I thot. "Fuck I forgot about Matty B..."