As I crawled out of bed all naturally, I felt a draft. It made me giggle as it reminded me of the time Julio and his wet sperpent traveled into my deep dark moist cave filled with cobwebs. Sadly, I haven’t been active in that department for several years. As Julio’s serpent made its way into my “moist cave”, I felt the heat rush into my breast and tingle as I watched Julio swung his hips in an awkward motion. He has a good body and good hips; he might last 50 years with me over the counter top table of my kitchen of course. *wink* He would pound me the same way I would pound meat for hamburgers. It was also just as tasty! Even our buns were toasted from all the hot oven lovin'.
Sadly three weeks later, I caught Julio with the milk man. I should have suspected something when he never left jizz juice on my chest. I would have been more pissed off but they allowed me to film their time together. Now I have $300 from selling the videos on the web. I invested that money into S&M clothing - I love my brand spankin' new PVC suit. I shave myself in the summer so the suit sticks real good. Julio would shave too. He would leave his huevo splash all over my sink. At first I saw chin hair, but it was rather long to be facial hair that’s when I started questioning Julio’s sexuality.
Later that month I went to a loofah convention, that’s where I met Fran. She was a butchy as can be but I loved everything about her starting from her fake drawn on moustache to her Turkish musk that would radiate from her pits in the summer. She told me she was a man and she whipped out whipped cream and strawberries. To my surprise I had myself a banana split, and yes I didn’t even need a real banana. Thanks Fran, you doll.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Natasha Yurp
Hello dear lay a’bouts and pixie stick sniffers.We all touch ourselves in many ways, however it be emotionally, or even….physically, I am not afraid to say it how it is. If you suck, I will remind you that you suck like a hooker on all fours. I have a messed up mind of a nymphomaniac partially due to my exposure to catholic school (with the uniform with the skirts and stuff). Life was not always easy on the streets I had to fight for a slice of bread, and a can of corn. The only weapon I had to defend myself was a rusty spork, that had seen to many battles. There was even a time I was invited to a joust. To my surprise we had no horses we had motorcycles and we used machetes instead of lances, I almost lost my arm.
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