oirrrle的部落格

I'm an overworked urban center man with a polluting old car, an painful back, incessant bills and worrying culture virtually day-to-day from the IRS.

I propulsion to work, wherever I'm likewise under danger. Not ample gross sales.

Could I be terminated? What will I do?

The sales junction in the organization begins.

Suddenly, I'm winged done the trees on a vine as "Jungle Lad," muscles riffle as I effortlessly slide behind and measure up "Marian Pure Heart," the milk-skinned, voluptuous, D-cup first clothed in worn to shreds and insufficient expedition miniskirt. Up in my ligneous plant house, I have her low my vigour.

She stares at my huge, virtually nude trunk (I'm effortful a fur leather cord), sweat dripping from my gigantic, flexing striated muscle. We're some sweating, her thorax (almost as stately as excavation) moving with bent.

Her teeth grate.

Breathlessly, she says, "take me! Throw me on the bed." (I have a zebra husk for a bed).

Her dress hole distant as our devotion unites, throbbing, gyrations of flesh, moans of pulsating delight accompanied by the sarracenia flava of elephants and multiple woodland beasts to a lower place.

Suddenly, I'm a hiker, hiking near a feminine naturalist, a bookwormish brand exhausting chunky dark glasses, near a coy missionary skirt, top and sand-colored pith armor plate. We trade name camp, set up discrete tents on top of a Peruvian upland.

I'm steadily removing my sweat-stained, intact cotton, autochthonic extremity woven "Yuk-Fungoo" Tibetan Sherpa upland pioneer chemise (everyone in the Andes should have one). The percussive instrument in my physical structure soreness from the punishing, about straight-up twenty-mile walk.

Suddenly, she rips spread out the cover door flap, and leaps done the air on top of me. Like a creature of prey, a female panther, she has me out of my dungarees. She flings off her sarong and glasses, and she's no longer the dowdy, chaste, English housewife, want her extensive squandered naturalist husband, but a sexy Amazon.

We rhythmically thud equally as one.

"You're an animal!" she shouts.

Suddenly, I'm a gamey boy man control after lecture by a scientific discipline teacher, a tall, a little bit weird and teasing female next to a excessive body, who view me beside a peccable look. Her lingo flicks lewdly cross-town her bareheaded dentition. She suggestively holds in her hand a supreme ruler.

She's going to blackbeard me a lesson.

One I won't shortly forget.

"Mr. Sammon!"

I come through out of a shock with a introduction.

"Mr. Sammon. Are you gainful awareness to these figures?"

My boss, J.D., tiered seats side by side to an pointer representing dilapidated gross sales....marked on a walloping article table.

"Oh yes J.D. I'm freedom beside ya.'"

I smirk. I freshly aforesaid that to be paid him elysian.

What I genuinely impoverishment is to get rear legs to nature.

© Copyright 2006 by