Sunday, February 27, 2011

the true american dream

I always kept a copy of Fear and Loathing with me, in case I needed to hand it to some guy as I was blowing him.

It was a like a timer for me. Instead of a watch, I just carried that book around and see how long it'd take me to make him cum.

As I prepped him, I'd give him the book and I'd tell him to read it aloud. He would do as I say. After all, I wasn't asking to lick his feet, just to read.

It kept me going. I liked hearing deep, flowing voices interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan.

By the time he'd get to page two, he'd just give up and place the book over his face as he spasmed.

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