Things that go plump in the night.
This one time, right, I went out and scored with one of the most beautful people I'd ever seen. they were stunningly good loking, witty and really, really sex on legs. All went well. I got them back to my place and lo, much frisky frolicing was had.

Then when I woke up in the morning I found that the faeries had stolen in during the night and not only had they given me a stinking headache but also they'd stolen away my beautiful object of lust and replaced them with a great wobbling sack of charm-free lard who refused to leave until after I'd cooked breakfast.
Oh, and the faeries had been sick in my shoes as well.

It was damn spooky and terrifying.

I hear that the faeries do this to a lot of people.
(davywavy, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 14:19, Reply)