Fukkit, it's too good to be left in her mail.
That I will touch your breasts,
… and once the touching starts,
that I will not stop,
that I will not tarry,
that I will not care,
that I will violate,
that I will explore,
that I will seize,
that I will experiment,
that I will not listen,
… until,
I hear your sighs.
V,
I am going to push you against a wall. Your cheeks right against it. Me behind you. Your dress will be lifted. Your underwear removed. And what is facing me then, will be photographed,
and put on the internet, at the the trashiest site you could possibly imagine.
Coz I am looking for comments V. There had better be comments V.
I want the redneck farmboy with the big equipment describing intimately … unapologetically … dreamily … and desperately … how he wants to plough with you …
I want the rich old fogey offering you riches.
I want the gangsta brotha proclaiming with pidgin spelling how he wants to pop his cap in dis white bitch.
And somewhere at the bottom of that thread, a comment from Augie. Augie who writes,
“… wai thuh aunti mayke me mess ma undarwhere wif some funnee steeky white stuff? … naw ma cat smelled it and aktyng very funny … I mast go see da docktor. He nose best. I mite dye.”
I’m gonna read it all out loud to you V.
Every last word … if there are comments.
If there are no comments, V, it’s you, me, lots of olive oil … and my hard … unforgiving … probing … prodding … noise-making …
… hand palms …
… for a long time,
on your ass.
And then my dear V, it’s time for another photo, and this time …
You. Are. Bending. Over. Naked.
Such a lovely sight V, I think I’m gonna explore it a bit … the curve of your back … the dimples above your cheeks … those pliant expanses that are your cheeks … shhhhhh … the cleft … and softly inside the cleft … shhhhhhhh … the back of your thighs … your knees … your inner thighs … shhhhhh … all the way back up to your cheeks … and from there back to your cleft … softly … oh so very softly … shhhhh … your cheeks … the dimples above your cheeks … shhhhh … and the curve of your back … on and on … shhhhhh.
I wonder who’s knocking on the door V. Ahhhh, it’s Meezus Gamidge. Old Meezus Gamidge. Nosy Meezus Gamidge. Nasty Meezus Gamidge.
She heard your noises. She’s shouting that you’ve gotta shut up. She can’t watch her zowpees. What are you going to say V ?
Can’t really speak, can you ? Oh well V, don’t worry, I’m gonna help you.
From your back … to your cleft … and lower … lower … to your perineum … until it now rests … below your Mount.
Sorry V, I’m gonna tickle you there … softly … hard … up … down … left … right … don’t hold back V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V … I’m not stopping you V … you have a reason V … and that reason’s gonna slap your ass V … that reason’s gonna pinch your sensitive spot V … that reason is sliding in and out of you V … almost there V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V.
Good girl.
Ahhhh V, now Meezus Gamidge says that she’s called the police. What are we going to do ?
I’ll tell you.
We’re gonna play a game V : Who C***s First.
You … or the police ?
You're gonna beat the police V. My fingers are inside of you V. My fingers have found the spot V. My fingers are working the spot V. Don’t hold back V.
Or else my fingers ain’t coming out V. The door is unlocked V. Meezus Gamidge can just open it V. And the police will be right behind her V.
Meezus Gamidge is gonna see you V ... where you're undressed ... where you're unfettered ... where you're untamed ... where you're unchaste ... where you're unapologetic ... 'cause you're oh so very uncocked ...
Meezus Gamidge is gonna faint V.
And then there’s gonna be a lot of trouble V.
Don’t hold back V. I can hear the sirens V. What are you gonna tell the judge V ?
I know what I’m gonna tell the judge V,
“Your honor, I apologize. I won’t use my hands next time.”
… and once the touching starts,
that I will not stop,
that I will not tarry,
that I will not care,
that I will violate,
that I will explore,
that I will seize,
that I will experiment,
that I will not listen,
… until,
I hear your sighs.
V,
I am going to push you against a wall. Your cheeks right against it. Me behind you. Your dress will be lifted. Your underwear removed. And what is facing me then, will be photographed,
and put on the internet, at the the trashiest site you could possibly imagine.
Coz I am looking for comments V. There had better be comments V.
I want the redneck farmboy with the big equipment describing intimately … unapologetically … dreamily … and desperately … how he wants to plough with you …
I want the rich old fogey offering you riches.
I want the gangsta brotha proclaiming with pidgin spelling how he wants to pop his cap in dis white bitch.
And somewhere at the bottom of that thread, a comment from Augie. Augie who writes,
“… wai thuh aunti mayke me mess ma undarwhere wif some funnee steeky white stuff? … naw ma cat smelled it and aktyng very funny … I mast go see da docktor. He nose best. I mite dye.”
I’m gonna read it all out loud to you V.
Every last word … if there are comments.
If there are no comments, V, it’s you, me, lots of olive oil … and my hard … unforgiving … probing … prodding … noise-making …
… hand palms …
… for a long time,
on your ass.
And then my dear V, it’s time for another photo, and this time …
You. Are. Bending. Over. Naked.
Such a lovely sight V, I think I’m gonna explore it a bit … the curve of your back … the dimples above your cheeks … those pliant expanses that are your cheeks … shhhhhh … the cleft … and softly inside the cleft … shhhhhhhh … the back of your thighs … your knees … your inner thighs … shhhhhh … all the way back up to your cheeks … and from there back to your cleft … softly … oh so very softly … shhhhh … your cheeks … the dimples above your cheeks … shhhhh … and the curve of your back … on and on … shhhhhh.
I wonder who’s knocking on the door V. Ahhhh, it’s Meezus Gamidge. Old Meezus Gamidge. Nosy Meezus Gamidge. Nasty Meezus Gamidge.
She heard your noises. She’s shouting that you’ve gotta shut up. She can’t watch her zowpees. What are you going to say V ?
Can’t really speak, can you ? Oh well V, don’t worry, I’m gonna help you.
From your back … to your cleft … and lower … lower … to your perineum … until it now rests … below your Mount.
Sorry V, I’m gonna tickle you there … softly … hard … up … down … left … right … don’t hold back V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V … I’m not stopping you V … you have a reason V … and that reason’s gonna slap your ass V … that reason’s gonna pinch your sensitive spot V … that reason is sliding in and out of you V … almost there V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V.
Good girl.
Ahhhh V, now Meezus Gamidge says that she’s called the police. What are we going to do ?
I’ll tell you.
We’re gonna play a game V : Who C***s First.
You … or the police ?
You're gonna beat the police V. My fingers are inside of you V. My fingers have found the spot V. My fingers are working the spot V. Don’t hold back V.
Or else my fingers ain’t coming out V. The door is unlocked V. Meezus Gamidge can just open it V. And the police will be right behind her V.
Meezus Gamidge is gonna see you V ... where you're undressed ... where you're unfettered ... where you're untamed ... where you're unchaste ... where you're unapologetic ... 'cause you're oh so very uncocked ...
Meezus Gamidge is gonna faint V.
And then there’s gonna be a lot of trouble V.
Don’t hold back V. I can hear the sirens V. What are you gonna tell the judge V ?
I know what I’m gonna tell the judge V,
“Your honor, I apologize. I won’t use my hands next time.”
9 年 前
Check jou inbox.
Shhhhhhh
I gots mores of this luv. Lotsas more of this, and they're bad ... oh so very very bad.
So bad in fact, that you're gonna end up wearing a polkadot panty, and combat boots, with a deliciously scandalous corset, selling time-share options to NASA-Approved castles-in-the-air to the crowds, contestants and judges of The Annual Flying Elephants Counting Competition of The Militant Ganja Growers Association.
It's that bad luv. Really.
Now lean back, and open them legs up to gynaecological parameters.
Shhhhhhh.
Now lift up your arm, and look at what's attached to the end of it.
It's something that knows exactly how you like it.
It's something that's always there for you.
It's something that will never leave you,
and it will never make you cry.
And now you say one word luv, just this one word,
"Fuck 'em"
Enjoy yourself. I mean it. We've all got our shit. We all wish we were somewhere else. We all deserve some room service, but not now, not at this moment, not while I'm leaning back, not while I'm having this much fun !!!
So fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all !!!!
This is MY pussy tonight. MINE ! ... and it's YOUR problem. You feel me you bastard ? Now fuck off.
... now take a deep breath luv, ... and another one ... go grab a bottle of the good stuff, and your favorite snacks ... and enjoy them as well.
Now what do you say when you're feeling guilty ?
"FUCK 'EM !!!"
You've earned it.
... and remember to come back tomorrow ... meaner, tougher, stronger.
Yes Yes Yes my beloved little marauder mouse, I know I'm a bad influence.
See you around
Imagine a set of tables arranged in a circle, the contestants on the outside facing in, and in the middle there's the judge.
Rasta hair, and for some kind of reason he's in a wheelchair. The nurse pushing him has two antennas on her Alice Band, and for some kind of reason her bra is facing backward. When crowd members enquire about this the nurse says it's so the lovely little tweety birds won't bash their heads against them, as they take off from the Judge's head.
The reason being that the Judge periodically aims some bugspray to his head. The nurse scolds him about this, and then he just nods agreeably as he takes another pull from his joint.
And now they're in front of a contestant,
"Yo", the judge says. "Yawwwww mon" the contestant replies. "How many flying elephants are there ?", the Judge asks. The contestant takes a pull from his joint, and stares at the roof. "Lots", he says serenely.
"And do you agree with him", the Judge asks the contestant's neighbor.
"Naaaawww, there's lots more", contestant number 2 replies. The Judge takes a pull from his joint, and faces contestant number 2 with a deapan expression. "Who helped you ?", he asks. Contestant number 2 grins and says "I heard it from Wagner".
The Judge asks the Nurse who Wagner is. "Oh, he's the one that punched Beethoven in the face" the nurse replies. "No", the Judge says,"that was Elvis."
The Nurse tries to locate Elvis. "It looks like Elvis is trying to tie a towel around his head again, sir". The Judge peers into the distance and replies, "Nope, that's Obama."