JadedFish

Within a month she’d almost caught up to the point I had previously stopped playing in order to let her play. Her right thumb had evolved into an X-BUTTON mashing machine; red, swollen, pulsating as the muscles contracted and expanded. We’d already burned through 7 controllers and this new one was beginning to smoke. Now, if this isn’t a trick pulled from the tool bag of a conman then please explain to me what this means. Could it be that this miracle achievement was a bi-product of her MUST…MASH…BUTTON! game-play-style? Or was my mind refusing to admit that a ‘girl’ just might be better…. than…… oh, I just can’t bear to say it. However, the nerdiness of my lady playing this nerdy game while rocketing at breakneck speed to the point I’d taken my sweet time to get to, was exceptionally, and perversely, arousing…