On this bright warm morning you are a vision. A vision that my addled mind quickly distorts into warped pornography. I spring up. I see your pretty head bobbing up and down in my lap. Your big glistening pouty lips sealed around my cock. You can lick it too. Suck one of my hairy plums. Lollipop. Take it out in time for me to shoot jizz all over your face. Your strappy little shoes leave the arch and toes exposed. I can warm up by sliding my piece between the shoe and your sole, then you can clamp your toes around it. My penis is hard on the bus as I slaver over your tits. A nipple points at me. No bra? Wonderful. Maybe no panties too. I wish I could see your bush. I hope it's hairy. Hairy or smooth. No half measures. I'll lick it forever. Come to daddy. Adore my flab, my magnificent belly. Lick my arsehole. Poke it with your big toe. Run the painted nail along my perineum and up my nutsack. Massage my balls with your toes. I'm a filthy boy. I'm into all kinds of shit. Put on a leather-strapped bondage suit and facesit til I die. Peg me.
Now I have to get off the bus and walk a couple of blocks with a seeping boner.
It seems I like to write when I'm hungover. I'm too spastic to do anything else. Still drunk even. My synapses are pinging too much to concentrate on reading, or anything else.
