Sleepless on Sunday
It's 8:38 am, Sunday morning. I'm wearing sunglasses and one of those round Asian pointy hats strapped around my head listening to old school trance circa 2000. I am your enemy, I am the fucking Viet Cong right now, watch for me bitches b/c I'm comin for all of you. OK, I think it's obvious that sleep wasn't part of last night's plan. Blasted is an understatement. What a great night though. But you know what? I could really go for eating some pussy right now, damn, I love it, so hungry right now for it. It's the best way to cap off a fun night, however, no kickout committe for me tonight and it's too light out right now to put in a call for some Vampire Pussy (S to the D props).
I want to feel that girl get sopping wet in my mouth, I want to play with her clit as I flick it with my tongue, I want to feel her hips thrust into my face harder and harder as she becomes more fucking hot. I want her to grab a fistful of hair on the back of my head until it hurts as she tries to pull me into her pussy. When she gets off, I want her cum all over my face and then I just want to lay b/w her legs and smell her as I fall asleep waiting in anticipation and dreaming about how I'll do it all over again and again until my cravings are satisfied.
Could it be a Sunday Funday Football Fuckfest Extravaganza? We'll see about that later. Stranger, I got a few tricks of my own to teach you. tee mutha fuckin hee
I can't think of anything better right now that I would want to do more than that. Ugh, I want that so bad it hurts.
posted by Eric2613 @ 11/13/2005 08:38:00 AM
5 Comments:
I just want to have sex during halftime of the Rams-Seahawks game. But what can you do?
Hmmm, I think I can accomodate you.
Oh E to the V as usual you are so intriguing and make yourself seem so sexy. Im so glad I came upon your blog, the world gets a little smaller everyday. Glad I get to see the real you, its a lot hotter than the front you put up on the phone love.
YouWish, you never got to see that side of me b/c I never wanted you to. There's always been something that I couldn't quite figure out why I couldn't be into you or take you all that seriously but once I visited your page, it just all came together for me. I'll save the explanation for myself b/c my understanding is good enough for me. But you're right, what I write on here is the real me, it's a side that only a few get to see. I'm sorry you didn't make the cut.
Touche love :)
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