Well I just got off the phone with Specy, and I must say the man has a way with words. His soft, yet masculine voice, with his heart warming and longing words left me swooned as one would say. His erotic talks about his bow legged retarded dribble lipped dog, how he would fire people for me because of their lazy eye and other qualities, his talks of phalices and other accuterments that could be with my package (take that how you want it) that should be arriving within a few. Oh yes, I was turned on. I touched myself in ways that no one could ever get me to do but good ole Specy. I spurted, and spurted onto all within my range...my table...my computer...the phone...the walls...filing cabinets...trashcans...the baby birds in the ceiling tile above me...the back of my coworkers head as he gazed on in amazement at the finese of my touch upon my shaft that was brought on by the hunky man meat talkin into my ear. Oh yes, it was lovely, and so so needed. So for that Specy thank you. I shall remember our talk tonight as I tuck myself in, thinking of you and your words...I have a picture of you now. Laying upon my pillow, next to my head, so you can whisper sweet nothings into my ear as I drift into a dreamful sleep of you and what june can bring us. I touch myself again, and again.
So here's to you Specy.
And to the rest of the world
posted by zefyur @ 10:01 AM,
