I was in Chicago for my sister's fifth wedding, and found myself with
time to kill between the reception and the Main Event. I jumped on my
bike and took the Dan Ryan across to the Stevenson (in a record one
and a half hours, occasionally using he far right lane to get around
traffic) and headed for Joliet. Having spent considerable time in the
Correctional Center, it was like a trip home.
I found the corner of Larkin and West Acres without difficulty. I
looked to my Saviour to suggest which flophouse to approach; the
nearest one was a good seventy-five feet closer, so I rang the bell.
A bleary, rather worn looking woman who was half nodding out answered
the door. "Tay?", I asked.
"Wanna party?" came the reply.
We then engaged in the most athletic, innovative sex I had ever
inflicted upon anyone. Over nearly ten hours I engaged in every
strange and perverted desire that I've ever given thought to. She was
willing, nay, MORE than willing to indulge my every fantasy, needing
only to stop occasionally to boot up and pass out. We depleted the
K-Y, the vasoline, the Crisco and two pounds of bacon grease.
When I was thoroughly satiated, I unbound her, and she charged me only
$50. The best bargain I've ever ran across - hell, I've had LATINOS
that were more expensive. I of course refused to pay, and beat the
shit out of her instead.
I really appreciate the folks at the Drill who introduced this babe to
the congregation. I'm sure that this is but the first of a long
thread of reports attesting to the delights of this fine Yeti
Uberfemme. I must add, however, that the spirit of the festivities
seems to have inspired just a bit of exageration in the description of
the woman. I mean, really - she's more like forty five, rail-thin,
dirty blonde and far more quiet than I was led to believe.
Random the Other
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Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 10:28:52 -0500
From: "$T.&REUX,KSC" <saint@firefly.prairienet.org>
Rev. Random the Other wrote:
> I must add, however, that the spirit of the festivities
> seems to have inspired just a bit of exageration in the description of
> the woman. I mean, really - she's more like forty five, rail-thin,
> dirty blonde and far more quiet than I was led to believe.
Uh oh... That was QPM you boffed. D'oh!
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From: reverand@mindspring.com (Rev. Random the Other)
Reminds me of a joke:
Superman was flying over the Metropolis when he looked down and saw
Wonder Woman spread eagle and sunning herself in her back yard.
Superman thought "I've alway's wanted to fuck her...I'm faster than a
speeding bullet. I can be in and out before she sees me." So he drops
out of the sky...
Wonder Woman exclaims "What the hell was THAT?"
And the Invisible Man replay "I don't know, but it hurt like hell!"
Rev. R
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