Revenge on male authors

- Ah, I'm so sorry I'm late! - a very male man's voice beamed across the room.

The short, delicate, masculine figure entered the room filling everyone's nostrils with the smell of gasoline and other men's stuff. Men were always so complicated. They only like cars, beer, and other inferior interests.

- Make sure to be on time the next time. - the woman sitting on the chair in the middle of the table said.

- O-of course, miss! - he replied shyly, his dick making windows turn on sound when he saw her. How sugoi! He quickly held in his pecs jumping around, it was unmanly! Women don't like crazy men!

He made his way to the chair, carefully sitting down making sure his peepee didn't get crushed by the tough surface of the wooden chair. He looked up at the woman explaining very important topics his petite male brain couldn't understand. It wasn't his job to think and have a personality after all! It was the woman's job!

He shifted on the chair thinking about it. He was just a dainty fella, not made for the harsh world around him. He was so glad all the strong women around him took care of it.

He felt a small vibration inside. Oh, his phone! He reached up his asshole where all his stuff fitted and pulled out his mobile device. It's a reminder for him to go bust a nut!

- E-excuse me... -  he dickily spoke up coyly raising his fragile pale hand.

- Yes, Mr. Bustanut Dickens? - the womanly voice of the woman next to him made his sweet innocent peepaw lightly shake.

- I need to go to the bathroom... It's... - he panted trouserly.

- That time. You can go.

He nodded timidly and stood up, ensuring his little friend didn't jump out of his pants. It happened a few times already... It was so embarrassing!!

I'm not writing anymore or I'm gonna cry myself to dehydration. Please don't take this seriously even though some authors write women like this more seriously than ever. Goodnighy