Writing A Bestseller (Revised, and continued)
It was a nice, summer morning. I was still in bed. When I was reading a letter left on the pillow, with it saying still owing you breakfast in bed. I thought "how sweet", and licked my lips. Tasting your hole was cold, and smelling milk. So, unsure of what happens next, I close my eyes, but no relax it's breakfast time. The clock began to chime. I HAD to get up, and find out more about the mysterious, red box. It was shaped like socks. Unwrapping the box, I'm surprised there are so many things for tonight's rendezvous: candles, a blindfold without any holes to see. I was still feeling exciting, so I ate the donuts, while stroking my cock.
I was listening to rock, and thinking about pandas, while jogging to the beach. I was eating a peach to k*ll time. In preparation, I was singing "Somewhere Under Rainbow". A monkey flew down, grabbing my fly, when people walked by. Traveling zoo had many animals to see, looking like maximals, and also; cuddly pandas, and hyenas to not feed. It was sad, but ice-cream helped the ache within my putrid soul. It filled a whole bowl to above the top of pop from "Whistle Stop Shop".
My thoughts, then returned to fan. I had pushed on, and was hot just like an oven. I noticed someone new was here!, and left to me a peacock feather to tickle, and torture them, but still was happy that moment that Johnny Fresh arrived, now! I thought I should prepare all to be ready for the night that lie ahead. A knock on the door, a man enters, wearing only sushi. To know them, again, just wearing a great smile, and a red bow tie! He was recognized by disguised, Johnny Fresh, to look like "a kitten in heat".
Who was neat for treats. They exchanged a glance, and both unzipped their pants. Stripped, and there were chants. Is it "Jehovah witnesses Friday orgy?", or is it "steaming hot?". Yeah, it was so nice, then they kissed, and touched their lips. After they clutched wrists, till' pulse stopped, then back if nothing happened. We circled around. It was our last, summer day until, we got our way to "South Band", where she went on a spending spree for shoes, and butt plugs in blue, and hue colors. We whispered, and giggled together. I was understanding it was gone, when it got to dawn.
We walked along the beach. It gave me so hard on. I wanted to have sex right there. We started staring, and sharing. Not thinking about my priest job. Jesus, I needed a blowjob. Feeling there is a throb, I felt my feelings grow. They flowed, and left glows. And still, me so horny. Asleep, with naughty thoughts. Didn't leave lots of doubts. We had to meet, again! When it will be ten in the morning, enough time to get ready without looking rough. Trim my beard. Shave my balls. Until I'm cleaned, and washed, then I'll wear his favourite stockings: motorcycle jacket, and goalie mask.
On the way to church, having the task of researching why my cock smells like strawberries. It isn't ordinary why it's not smelling like peaches as always. On beaches, and in hallways, everything everywhere say it's love. Can fit like a glove, when holding you against me. I saw wild, wolf eyes smiling. Hungry for your moist flesh that looked fresh, wiling, with glee. What can be better, than kiss? Has this bliss in it. Aww, dear yes, nice, milk bath. Wanting, and needing ice twice. The heat was too intense. Immense of it smelled incense. I found a hole in the wall, which is at mall's hall.
I stuck my cock through there to be a view. Made me cum in seconds. After doing it, became numb. Angels got smiles on their faces, and cream in their honeyholes. Left traces in bowls, too. First snow felt as cum mountains, which looked like water fountains. That was nice - said David. Now, let's snowboard naked. After we were both elated, like animals we mated. Until we exhausted, and fainted, then smiling in our dreams. Seemed to be a team. It was a deep moon. Helmet off, I boldly entered. Soon in a centered corner, where the mouse was hidden.
Before it should've been ridden. Fought, with my stumbler, and won. Free tickets to Naked Wrestlemania. Have a compania, with pecans pasted on my nipples. Covered looking like rippled tips. Taste of pussy on my lips. A slip on the hip. You'll be glad I'm your pimp. It was just a mirage, cocks army sucking. After it turned to laughing, as we took turns spanking. It was finished, then thanking. Just snow covered my nipples from the sky, and blowing. Frozen, jizz snowflakes, each unique. They looked the same by critique. Yeah, but why not? Melt the ice. Make it hot. To, and for hitting spots.
Deep within The Snow Queen's twat, who looked like was nonfat, and nice as Christmas tree. We were free to ski, and throw snowballs, with glee. Sat down to drink tea. It smelled like cat's pee. No, cat's pee on Christmas tree. Went on a Christmas spree, and sat on Santa's knee. Wished for a master key to unlock my chastity. From a vastly, different world, where nymphs and angels swirled. Their hair curled, and twirled. Wings spread wide, legs unfurled. Something was turned, and hurled. A buttplug from a big-assed girl, who wore a pearl necklace, and a bedazzled fanny pack.
Just furry thongs were ticklish. They have thick, strong backs, and freshly waxed asscracks. Kept track of each other in the dark, under covers. Hover on top of beds to see plush lions. My fat cock to ride on. Just like swans from Zion. Go balls deep wearing nylons. Awesome feelings, yeah. Looking at ceilings, and seeing pylons. Wearing a kimono made in Taiwan, and watching the American Idol, while plucking my nose hairs. They grow, and I'm in tears. Humping the pillow like Britney Spears. Can be appropriate to hear the audience strokes and cheers. The sounds are crystal clear.
These boots are made for go-go boys, dancing on a pole. It was the last bye. From my soul to explore. We all want an orgy. After can forgie for that. It was hard to say good-bye. There were sighs, and denies, splattered spooge in my eye. It's a new day started by a whole hearted reply. Grab coffee and off to the shoe store to buy black boots and white socks, red thongs, for sure, too, along, with blue sex toys for pretty, pink holes. Have a pole for dancing, sturdy and slick to slide down, while waiting for the world's end.
Naked and bound, warmed by a hi, and was around town skateboarding, wearing kneepads and a jockstrap. At night, had a nightcap. Dreamed I was being chased by a guy, who was spying on cheddar cheese wearing a toupee. Omg, it's Mr. Doughnut's birthday, so I licked his hole. Made headway, and looked into souls. Made nachos for the Super Bowl. A lot of goals made. He's crying, and torturing me. I was free to do bee do bee do. Sightseeing at the sea, with trees. Let's pee on me, Johnny. There was a no, and ski, guzzling beer, I aim to please. Still was sober, thinking about universe.
Suddenly, I got an idea! Squeeze your nipples 'til you squeal. It feels like time freezes. When I'm taking a shower, soaping your warm, smooth skin. Put some soap into my hole, push back, and fuck my cock. Looked at the clock, hours, and minutes, while sitting on my knees. There was a feeling of ease. Drenched in sweat and steam. Dried off, and applied cream. Shaved your asscrack in the stream, while sleeping had sweet dreams about making the witch fire. They had desires to admire. Lick me Derek - said David. I'm not a gay man, then woken by warm sunshine. We realized he said jokes.
Sassy boy wants spanks and pokes. Vasya, vasya, oh, my god. It's odd to think, and say. These naughty thoughts about straight men, who don't want to date those. Unless they're wearing pantyhose. No better place, than in ass. The pantyhose cost brass contos. I wear the panties on my head. They were red, spread, and overhead. A lacy helmet, riding my moped. I went back to black in a sea of roses, then just fucked cupid deep. Kept track the peeps, and glows red like Rudolph's nose. Snow had changed into rain. The weather changed to plain. I'm always horny. That's the same. It's the aim, and received roses.
We kissed and rubbed noses, and feeling the silk touch of your ass on my face. Embrace love at a place. Lying between flesh and fantasy was more nice, than ecstasy, more sweet, than honey. It's fancy, funny, and complexity. Harder, than assembling IKEA furniture, while trembling have to nurture. Well, it's all human nature. Don't be on a stretcher. There's a werewolf outside, with a boner. Waiting for red, hat boy sooner. Lunges, and pins you facedown. Ask owner lown to skin toner. Wolfman takes you for pancakes. Hopefully, there won't be mistakes. Johnny, ordered the chocolate chip pancakes to heal my heart well.
There is taste, and smell like ripe balls from hell. Can tell by put under spells. Ding Dong, pussy's in the well. It will swell to excel. Last winter day, cold sex. Getting different types are complexed. New fresh time started. For people, who are wholehearted. It's our morning Circle Jerk! Has its perks, and can twerk. Spank our monkeys, while at work. There aren't people, with quirks, who pause more, than Captain Kirk. It's fucking Tinker Bell alarm morning. People are clerks, who are adorning. Cozy in bed, outside it's storming, with effects of global warming, but still was need a hot cum. Helps from using the thumb.
Feed kitten cream, yum. Don't have too much for tums. Heavy masturbation, my wrist is numb. Let's not have it succumb to finding Dory up your bum. Might lead to feeling glum. When the sun goes up, you can see it closeup, so near you can taste it. Reach up, and out to get his blonde kiss on me. At the deep, blue sea, drifting beyond the horizon. Make sure it won't wizen. Seems like Orgyland citizen. It will smitten, and litten. Twice as horny once bitten. Would, and find that in Witten, where was walking, with creamy kitten wearing a pair of mittens.
Gently teasing her clit, then look at two, curved lens. Overactive bladder? Try Depends. There might be a trend. The biggest trend is licking a Ken doll, then inserting him. He is slim, with limbs. Got them eating tree figs. They did come from twigs like Barbie from Adam's ribs, which looked like sharp nibs. Eating Bar-B-Q at Mr. Pibbs. Would need napkins like bibs for those who scarf like pigs, and smelling as kiss. It will be big bliss, with an unexpected twist. The ass twist its twerk. Makes a list of perks. Plump, juicy, goes to work.
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