Sweetheart: I am wearing
a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm
toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about
250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants
I just bought from Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots
of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would
you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.
There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and
night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its
way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm
beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up
your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning
your blouse. My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung: I'm taking hold
of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing
my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing
your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly
jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
Sweetheart: That's OK, it
wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about
it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling,
as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with
the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand
and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides
off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do
that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my
back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I'm dropping the
bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my
fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze.
Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your
phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking the
sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling
your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like
a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up
my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off
your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm...
wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got a pubic
hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I'm having a coughing
fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I'm running to
the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking
for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet
to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I'm drinking a
cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to
me, lover.
Wellhung: I'm washing the
cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed
arching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the
cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to
the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on
the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off
your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are
off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing
my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don't you
take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can't
see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over
the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee.
I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom
and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly
for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going.
I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter
now?
Wellhung: I've realized that
I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the
bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come
on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going
to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby!
Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your
smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little
trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my
ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in!Screw
me now!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't
sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing
up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I'm shrugging with
a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses
and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind.
I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my
wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm
squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser,
knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning
my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses.
I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The
curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm
logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet
is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: <logged off>
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart.
What do you look like?