Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190306084713

After moistening your flesh in an ablution cubicle, you reach for your drip receptacle.

Alas, the cloth has been forgotten, so you trek to the linen cupboard to retrieve one.

As you firmly grasp the softest one, you hear a gentle keen of ecstasy.

A duplication of your linen fondling produces certainty.

The source of the sensual wail is the cloth itself.

Wwyd.

(2 reasons. A: I wwnted to use "Moist" B: [] are greatly underused. )   