Parties are over for now, and it's awfully painful having to go back to work-- but like all city drones, we all eventually have to get the hell out of the couch, put on some clothes, and drag/pull/crawl our way back to the office, hangovers or not.
In another life, I would be lazing on a hammock strung between two trees on an idyllic deserted island, watching those clear blue waves crash onto the shore in my half-dazed, half-awake manner, my hands moving to stroke the healthy tanned skin of some tight-assed babe, kissing her on her neck and enjoying the scent of her as we while the minutes and hours away. In a moment we would stroll back naked to the beach-house perched on a small cliff overlooking the ocean, and we would shower and make love as cool beads of water beat down our backs as we indulge in some open-air bathroom sex.
Come to think of it, why settle for one tanned voluptuous babe when I could ask for a bevy of naked tight asses and round boobs at my disposal? (Hey, my fantasy, my rules)
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Ideals are good, but back on Earth, 'tis the week after Christmas and I find myself needing Asprins and a lot of expressos to kick-start my system.
I should just go find that island of mine anyway.
Happy New Year Cassanova,
ReplyDeleteI just went to one of those holidays in Vanuatu which you mentioned above- open air showers and what not except I got no action at all with my partner. Zilch!:(