thats fun
a misogynistic FAKE PRESIDENT has
his Supreme Court justice nominee vehemently deny his accuser Christine Blasey Ford
from the White House today
Oh to be a fly on the wall
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she said she was happy he was
dreaming again
mebbe not if she knew
what he was dreaming
some people are affected by their
dreamsthey flinch if theyre going to die awakesuddenly beating it out of
their dream as if it were an axemans blade they were pushed off a tall building
a gun held to their temple the hammer cocked all the sorted ways one could die or
feared dying drowning alone at sea asphyxiating crushed by a car a stampede
poisoned
by a loved one
he dreamed he died all the ways
he could die
he didnt wake up
he wanted to see
then
he dreamed all the dreams of all the ways and places he could fuck all the unknown women rarely ever seeing their
faces and if he did he rarely recognised them he
fucked strangers he dreamed homosexual dreams that disturbed
himthough he didnt wake and came as copiously as he came on womens faces
in their mouths between their tits stuffed inside their cunts carefully gently thrusting in their asses
his homosexual encounters however
were curiously parlayed by
his consciousness? he gavehe didnt take and the dreamed men like the dreamed women remained
faceless
while he lived in Miami he had an
affair with a woman Kristin who he stole from Thor one evening after an athletic fuck throughout
her apartment relaxing spent naked
sharing a bottle of wine she asked him if
he wouldnt mind drawing a picture a detailed picture of a naked woman for her
his ideally-proportioned woman her
ideal attributes
having drawn the picture it took him some time as he rarely sketched or
doodled sharing it with her she asked if
she might studied it
Of course he opened another
bottle of wine
setting the drawing aside she
took a deep sip of the cold Pouilly-Fuisse pushed him on his back swallowed the
wine and took his flaccid cock in her chilled mouthexquisite
aroused him again then she suddenly came off
himheld him in her hand Have a moment? he
gasped she said as she gently stroked his cock then without waiting for his answer she said that while he artfully configured the
womans bodyher posture hair he didnt defined
her face he didnt provided her an identity which suggested to her that he
was more interested in women for their bodies their physicalness than for their person who they were
laughingsuddenly out loud in her
face he didnt mean to
snub her obviously hurt her feelings she quit stroking his cock he grabbed her by
the wrist and brought her hand back to his cock A momentplease a moment for me to explain maybe she was trying to hurt his feeling
though shed have to go far deeper Please
she took his cock in her hand again her eyes shining she blinked back her tears
Thank you thank you for hearing
me out particularly considering my outburstI am sorryI apologise and thank you for keeping our
intimacy I couldnt possibly draw her face More resides in a womans face than just her
features Youll excuse the tepid though
terribly true assessment that a persons eyes are the portals of their soul the
coals of their intelligence the fire of their identity While her bodyher physical attributes attractiveness
is primary to meyoud be lying if my bodymy fortunately-formed face didnt
attract you at first sex would be
one-dimensional eventually boring and dissatisfying
if her mind wasnt the salt and pepperthe spice that could truly entice mehold my
fascination incite my fantasy
Kristen You are fascinating
she smiled she released his hard on she took a long sip at her wine and as she
set her glass down on the stone hearth at the fireplace he caught her by her
shoulder Swallow your wine he said My turn and taking a sip of wine he pushed her onto her
back and parted her legs
Kristen was fascinating and
imaginative
she served herself as dessert one
evening
her diningroom overlooked Key
Biscayne from ten stories up
when dinner was finished she took
up the dishes and entering the kitchen she asked him to sit tight she had something for dessert
they
rarely had dessert
returning to the diningroom briefly
she dimmed the lights
Did you need any help he asked
she laughed in reply No thank you, sit still.
she reentered the room naked save for a silk scarf at her throat its ends like
petals or languid tongues at her breasts
in her hands she carried had a large
oval sterlingsliver serving platter melon
and fruit were artfully arranged at its edges in its center was a silver bowl of whipped cream
she kissed him hungrily
as she leaned forward to set the
platter on the table before him her thigh at his thigh he stroked the
undersides of her breasts with his hands
she set the bowl of whipped cream
to a side and turned facing him she straddled
himkissed him again then she tossed
her headher ginger hair freeing itself from the loose knot she wore it in she set her hands at the tables edge one foot
on his thigh she lifted herself and sat Oooh
that’s cold on the platter her hips were garnished by the fruit spreading her legs she set the shallow lathered
bowl just under her quim smiled
wickedly If you prefer whipped
cream.
they had the fruit and whipped
cream later before the fireplace with crystal flutes of champagne they shared a couple bowls of hashish
he hadnt had a dessert to rival hers since
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