I didn't expect you back from work so early.
I was searching torrent sites for the newest Riley Mason videos when you showed up. My boxers were at my ankles and I must not have heard you because I was BLASTING the new Lily Allen remixes through my studio monitors. I quickly tabbed back over to the designer jeans thread on Hipinion but you could clearly see what was going on. I sort of shrug it off and start doing a nervous rendition of Kevin Spacey's lines about getting caught jerking offfrom American Beauty. You find this amusing enough but joke back that you're WAY more attractive than Annette Bening.
It's true. You're definitely a lot hotter than Ms. Bening.
You tell me to go clean up and meet you in the bedroom because there's obviously some business to be taken care of. I hop in the shower, still a bit shaken, but turned on at the same time. To top it all off, my mind is racing... thinking of various actressess. Since we were talking American Beauty, it got me thinking of Thora Birch. I wonder what ever happened to her? Then it hits me. Scarlett Johansson. Immediately all nervousness and embarrassment is gone. I've got a one track mind now.
I scramble out of the shower and make a stop for some music to put on. Ahhh, the Lost in Translation soundtrack... perfect! "I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to be Scarlett today," I think to myself.
My jaw drops when I open the bedroom door. The midday sun hits your bare figure through the miniblinds as if the stripes of light were meant to view you in sections. I must have taken quite some time in the shower because you're paging through my Daniel Clowes graphic novels.
I now believe in fate because as I come to meet you in bed you're just putting down Ghost World. I put the soundtrack on... I think to myself that Kevin Shields exclusively makes great sex music. I really can't help myself and my hand slips between your ivory legs and you're practically dripping. I look up at your lips and they seem to be throbbing with passion. At this point things get a bit blurry... a veritable hurricane of human flesh, fluids and an airborne set of Paul Frank sheets all seemed to fly around the room for a good half hour before we both collapse back to the bed, not really sure what just happened. The Jesus and Mary Chain come on the stereo.
Just Like Honey, indeed
I was searching torrent sites for the newest Riley Mason videos when you showed up. My boxers were at my ankles and I must not have heard you because I was BLASTING the new Lily Allen remixes through my studio monitors. I quickly tabbed back over to the designer jeans thread on Hipinion but you could clearly see what was going on. I sort of shrug it off and start doing a nervous rendition of Kevin Spacey's lines about getting caught jerking offfrom American Beauty. You find this amusing enough but joke back that you're WAY more attractive than Annette Bening.
It's true. You're definitely a lot hotter than Ms. Bening.
You tell me to go clean up and meet you in the bedroom because there's obviously some business to be taken care of. I hop in the shower, still a bit shaken, but turned on at the same time. To top it all off, my mind is racing... thinking of various actressess. Since we were talking American Beauty, it got me thinking of Thora Birch. I wonder what ever happened to her? Then it hits me. Scarlett Johansson. Immediately all nervousness and embarrassment is gone. I've got a one track mind now.
I scramble out of the shower and make a stop for some music to put on. Ahhh, the Lost in Translation soundtrack... perfect! "I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to be Scarlett today," I think to myself.
My jaw drops when I open the bedroom door. The midday sun hits your bare figure through the miniblinds as if the stripes of light were meant to view you in sections. I must have taken quite some time in the shower because you're paging through my Daniel Clowes graphic novels.
I now believe in fate because as I come to meet you in bed you're just putting down Ghost World. I put the soundtrack on... I think to myself that Kevin Shields exclusively makes great sex music. I really can't help myself and my hand slips between your ivory legs and you're practically dripping. I look up at your lips and they seem to be throbbing with passion. At this point things get a bit blurry... a veritable hurricane of human flesh, fluids and an airborne set of Paul Frank sheets all seemed to fly around the room for a good half hour before we both collapse back to the bed, not really sure what just happened. The Jesus and Mary Chain come on the stereo.
Just Like Honey, indeed
2 Comments:
At 10:41 PM, Paul said…
I was so sick today, guy. Now I'm starting to feel better. Love lift us up where you belong friend.
At 4:49 AM, Lauren said…
RILEY MASON! I work at a porn shop and we can NEVER order enough videos with her in them. They sell out quickly. Thank *deity* someone else loves her.
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