Sunday, April 10, 2011

Porn for Angels

I got forcibly reminded of Rule 34 the other day:  If it exists, there is porn of it.

My Guardian Angel Steve was acting abashed recently.  I learned to read the tell-tale signs.  His mind was not entirely on the NCAA Tourament; and it was not only because his bracket was in disarray.  Ands it wasn't me; I was quite good, other than a stray pudding now and then.

His interest was in a magazine, and I decided to see what it was about.  Now Steve is usually aware of his surroundings, ubt he was truly engrossed is this magazine . . . .

I was curious.  I had to know.  I looked over his shoulder.  Steve saw me, and blushed.  More than the time I took him with me while I shopped for bikinis.

OMG!  It was the Victoria's Secret catalog! 

My guy Steve needs to get out more!  I didn't have the heart to tell him their wings were falsies.

 





7 comments:

Big Sky Heidi said...

Bad Steve!!! Make Steve sit in a corner.

Grenouille Fille said...

Just so he doesn't touch himself . . . .

Anonymous said...

Aww! Get old Steve a Maxim!

bakku-shan said...

Steve's an angel -- he should be allowed to gratify himself!

Deena said...

A very humane story! Or is it angelic!

A wise girl should understand that her guardian angel has needs too.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

In my opinion, guardian angels know of the benefits of cold showers.

Anonymous said...

Teasing angels is no way to obtain salvation, dearie.