You approach The Green Sweater Goddess while considering the best course to take in which to climb her. She sat with her legs crossed, one shoed foot lightly tapping on the floor before you while the other rested in the air above. So you went with that path and successfully made it to her lap without being detected when the microwave began to beep, alerting the green sweatered goddess that her meal is ready as she looked up from her phone and began to get up to fetch it. This motion prompted you to have to grab hold of the zipper of her jeans and hope that you don’t lose your grip as she retrieves her steaming hot meal and returned to her spot at the long table. As she sat back down into her seat, the platform of her lap returned to one in which you could traverse once again and you proceed to climb. The fabric of her green sweater made it so much easier to climb so it didn’t take long for you to make it to her shoulder. The scent of her perfume was now overwhelming and caused you to cough a bit as the scent of lavender and citrus filled your tiny nostrils. A scent that you very much enjoyed. You considered your new options and decided to go to her ear and ask politely if she would share some of her lunch with you. As you watched her spear a forkful of her lunch and bring it up to her gorgeous lips where her tongue met the food before it even entered her mouth, you deduced that, judging mostly by her large yet kind eyes, she seemed like the type of girl who would come across as kind and helpful to anyone she met. With that in mind, you snagged a handful of her shoulder length blond hair and began to climb up and into it. Surrounded by a blanket of this woman’s strawberry scented hair, you eventually made it to the outside of her ear and used a strand of her hair to swing inside. Once your feet touched down on the silky soft floor of her cavernous ear leading inside, you couldn’t believe how sensitive her ears really were to her because a shiver ran down the nape of her neck. Her eyes closing and an honest to god chirp of a moan escapes her partially parted lips. The shiver causing you to stumble further into her cavernous ear canal and having to steady yourself against the inner wall of her ear, causing yet another shiver to ripple through her. “MMMMM... Wha... what was that?... she said, brushing her hair behind the ear you were in. You figured now was as good a time as any now that you’ve gotten her attention. You felt the need to choose your words carefully...
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