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| The numbers by Mysterio 10/24/2004, 5:21pm PDT | ||||
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| 9 years, a wank a day, 0.008L cum/wank = 26.7L of cum, or 27 milk bottles. If they were sitting here in front of me, I'd take them out on the lawn and smash them with a rake, hopefully with tears in my eyes. Maybe the grass in that patch would grow really well making me feel like shit every time I looked outside, so I'd be mowing the lawn every second night like a freak. Better to dig a hole, square like a grave if I could be fucked, pour the bottles in and plant some flowers on top. When they'd grown rich and strong, I'd pick them and send them anonymously to everyone I'd ever wanked over, within reason, of course. Wanks over 'familiar' looking porn stars, which is most of them, would have their roses sent to whoever they reminded me of. Those porn stars like Luna Lane who have so and so's tits, such and such's face, and make for a difficult, but rewarding wank, would cost me two or three roses, and may take me some time figuring out just what bits of her remind me of who. I may feel a bit like Dr Frankenstein.
It breaks my heart that Luna Lane has terrible legs. Legs mean so much to me. She's done incredibly well in my jerk stakes for someone with terrible legs, maybe as well as anyone will ever do. Anyway, just a short one today. I'm very rarely busy, but this is one of those times. Still, I've got a few good'ns lined up for my fellow wank victims. A piece on moneyshots that I've been meaning to write every time I've sat down here, but other more interesting things have always sprung to mind; the long awaited bit on rape fantasies (I hope I haven't built that one up too much). Also, a post on sex at the YMCA, and by sex, you know I mean wanks. Cheers |
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The numbers by 10/24/2004, 5:21pm PDT  The saga continues by 10/25/2004, 9:00pm PDT HazMat by 10/25/2004, 9:16pm PDT Thanks, Officer Killjoy by 10/25/2004, 10:49pm PDT |
