God, Im feeling unbelievably wicked as of late. I guess this is the manic phase. Smile.
I love having my car detailed. Not only is it fun to pay someone to clean up after you, I just cant get over how a three year old car looks showroom new. Shiny tires, shiny dash, shiny waxed body. Looking at it now I dont feel bad about paying $160 for that brushed metal gas-cap. The interior is spotless. Theyve even managed to get those little crumbs of food from that crevasse between the drivers seat and the center console. No sign of the Dr. Pepper spill on the seat either. Im addicted to that shit. Nectar of the Gods. Ive asked for the Scotch-Guarding this time too. Front seat, back seat, trunk. It helps. No air-freshener though. They always spray too fucking much of it in there, then for the next week I get nauseous every time I have to go somewhere. Strong smells, synthetic ones, make me ill.
This is definitely a be seen in car, and I certainly make use of it.
You should see how she looks at me. Its mostly fear and disbelief, but just at the corner of the eyes theres this tension. She hates me. She hates what Im doing to her and her little mind is working as frantically as it can as to how she can get out of this situation. FUCK HER. She put herself in harms way. Shes the one who likes playing with fire. I gave very clear clues, very clear. Now she seeks an escape. Why? Shes only going to do it again. Oh sure, if she were actually able to get out of this, she might say, Never again or Ive learned a valuable lesson or some other trite bullshit she happens remember from a Lifetime special she caught the last 45 minutes from, but prey is prey. Prey is stupid and prey is easy. A thousand lessons could never teach them. It has become more cleansing than education, really. She hates me?? Stupid, irresponsible, shameless, little blond bitch!
Ace is the place, I hear that damn buy-line done in that moron Maddens voice every time I pick-up Julie. Julie is a sweet instrument. 36 inches of smooth white pine. Ive put a thick layer of veneer on her. I thought it might make her difficult to hold, but it doesnt. Man, she glistens. Sometimes you have to put a little effort into these things, so they turn out exactly like you want them. Yeah, theres a bit of a perfectionist in me.
The ball-gag makes her screams sound like high-pitched oinking. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Under normal conditions her voice isnt bad. Its smoky and a little deep for a woman, much like Jodie Fosters, but a little more Southern twang. Its personally not my favorite. I like a very feminine voice, almost girlish. Now say, My pussy. You like talking about your pussy dont you?
Unfortunately, I wont get to play this game with her. Her oinking just wont do. Thats OK. Julie has a beautiful voice.
She starts to cry. Maybe she thinks my amusement at her pig sounds is directed towards her situation. Its not. I really dont envy her now. I wipe away the tears. Her pupils are so tiny now.
I swear it takes forever for Julie to come down. I know its just a split second, but I hear every molecule of air that she touches on the swing back and on the swing down. Its like that gust of cold wind before a summer shower, but its nothing compared to the sound she make when she touches down. THWACK! Seems dull but rises up and hits your ears like freight train. THWACK! THWACK! Theres an orchestra in my head. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Ohhh God, my heart is racing. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, JUUULLLIEEEEE THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Smile. Man, Julie glistens.
It's been a lousy week. Sharing makes me feel better.
I love having my car detailed. Not only is it fun to pay someone to clean up after you, I just cant get over how a three year old car looks showroom new. Shiny tires, shiny dash, shiny waxed body. Looking at it now I dont feel bad about paying $160 for that brushed metal gas-cap. The interior is spotless. Theyve even managed to get those little crumbs of food from that crevasse between the drivers seat and the center console. No sign of the Dr. Pepper spill on the seat either. Im addicted to that shit. Nectar of the Gods. Ive asked for the Scotch-Guarding this time too. Front seat, back seat, trunk. It helps. No air-freshener though. They always spray too fucking much of it in there, then for the next week I get nauseous every time I have to go somewhere. Strong smells, synthetic ones, make me ill.
This is definitely a be seen in car, and I certainly make use of it.
You should see how she looks at me. Its mostly fear and disbelief, but just at the corner of the eyes theres this tension. She hates me. She hates what Im doing to her and her little mind is working as frantically as it can as to how she can get out of this situation. FUCK HER. She put herself in harms way. Shes the one who likes playing with fire. I gave very clear clues, very clear. Now she seeks an escape. Why? Shes only going to do it again. Oh sure, if she were actually able to get out of this, she might say, Never again or Ive learned a valuable lesson or some other trite bullshit she happens remember from a Lifetime special she caught the last 45 minutes from, but prey is prey. Prey is stupid and prey is easy. A thousand lessons could never teach them. It has become more cleansing than education, really. She hates me?? Stupid, irresponsible, shameless, little blond bitch!
Ace is the place, I hear that damn buy-line done in that moron Maddens voice every time I pick-up Julie. Julie is a sweet instrument. 36 inches of smooth white pine. Ive put a thick layer of veneer on her. I thought it might make her difficult to hold, but it doesnt. Man, she glistens. Sometimes you have to put a little effort into these things, so they turn out exactly like you want them. Yeah, theres a bit of a perfectionist in me.
The ball-gag makes her screams sound like high-pitched oinking. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Under normal conditions her voice isnt bad. Its smoky and a little deep for a woman, much like Jodie Fosters, but a little more Southern twang. Its personally not my favorite. I like a very feminine voice, almost girlish. Now say, My pussy. You like talking about your pussy dont you?
Unfortunately, I wont get to play this game with her. Her oinking just wont do. Thats OK. Julie has a beautiful voice.
She starts to cry. Maybe she thinks my amusement at her pig sounds is directed towards her situation. Its not. I really dont envy her now. I wipe away the tears. Her pupils are so tiny now.
I swear it takes forever for Julie to come down. I know its just a split second, but I hear every molecule of air that she touches on the swing back and on the swing down. Its like that gust of cold wind before a summer shower, but its nothing compared to the sound she make when she touches down. THWACK! Seems dull but rises up and hits your ears like freight train. THWACK! THWACK! Theres an orchestra in my head. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Ohhh God, my heart is racing. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie, JUUULLLIEEEEE THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Smile. Man, Julie glistens.
It's been a lousy week. Sharing makes me feel better.
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happy birthday.....
that is a huge tongue
eeek