Weekend in Las Vegas video is finally here.
Current mood: awake
Category: MySpace
Hi everyone, I am I Like Piles and I.......... like piles. And Jenna. So here is the video I made about my trip to Las Vegas. It is supposed to represent the way I remember it so I hope it comes across as vague and blurry. Oh, and don't try to read anything into the placement of pictures in relation to the song, it just timed out that way and I thought it was a good song for the occaision. Hope you enjoy it.
Where have you been? or Where have you been?
Current mood: happy
Hi everyone I am I Like Piles and I like piles. I haven't been writing lately but I have been around peeking over shoulders and such. I can see you are all doing fine without me, damn. Kidding, I am.
I don't really have much going on, but here is the rundown for anyone that actually gives a crap. I quit smoking, and have gone insane. No really. You see when I went Las Vegasing (thanks again to everyone who made that possible, especially SlackerMom and Yuri Todded), I met this girl there(again thanks, in part, to SlackerMom). We really hit it off and spent most of the weekend together doing things that would make your knees weak just reading about them (heh heh). But I don't think I will really get into that right now. Instead I will tell you that she and I are "seeing" each other and hope to spend many more wonderful moments together. She doesn't smoke and so hates smoking. The fair thing to do is quit smoking. Who is this awesome woman that holds such power? Well I will tell you that if you know her and me then you know who she is. For now I will just say that she really is "as advertized" so to speak. I am very lucky. She lives in another state so we will probably only see each other once a month or so for a couple of years until my son graduates from high school. If things are still going by then, I will probably move to kazakastan to join her for a while until I can kidnap, erm, convince her to come back up the mountain with me. Other than that I have just been sitting around jonesing for nicotine. I have a video I made of the Vegas trip but unfortunately can't upload anything to the internet so y'all will have to wait till I can. Right now I would say don't hold your breath. Sean where the fuck are you?
Some stuff is funnier when your mom reads it aloud or yes I did scan it in yes I am that lazy
Current mood: Tye red
Category: Tye red Romance and Relationships
I didn't write any of this, it was in a gift given to my mother. It made me laugh. But not enough to type it out. I came in at wedding plans take care of themselves and it took me till Same work more pay to figure out it was about men.
Just stretching my fingers or I hear the train a comin' it's comin round the bend
Current mood: quixotic
Category: Philosophy, we've got no religun here.
I often have ideas and then poof they are gone as quickly as I had them, seldom do they return to me no matter how hard or how much I try.
A few (at least in my head, you should have been there I was amazed) are so profound as to stick in my head for quite some time.
But then they are lost to the pile.
The accumulation reaches a certain pressure and these ideas link. Infor mation (things I know to be true, things I've seen, Things I've read, and thoughts that I thought had nothing to do with anything that I was thinking at the time make perfect sense to me right then)puts itself into a certain order.
And there are occaisions where I draw them back from the pile,
Untouched, as clean as the day I had them.
Its been said to me that some people think in pictures.
And some think in words.
Some have photographic memories and can draw on information instantly.
Me, I think in words.
The thought of having pictures in my head when I am in a waking thinking state of being is alien to me.
I've tried to think in pictures, but all I get is a large number or letter.
Usually the number Eight or the Letter Y.
So it is words that run through my head all the time.
The only time I see a picture is when I put one before me.
That is why the camera fascinates me.
That's why I like mirrors.
I am deprived of pictures.
So must seek outside sources.
The thing that confuses me is that when I dream I see pictures, I know, I've been there.
My dreams are often very confusing, and I am in the middle trying to make sense of it in words.
I am there but I am thinking words in the dream too.
Words.
You would think that someone who spends so much time thinking words would be better with them.
But often my words betray me in some way.
For instance I am now confused.
For while I am thinking about not thinking in pictures, I am thinking of pictures.
And I see them.
What the hell is going on here?
Is that the kind of thing they mean?
I still hear words.
It's my voice.
But there's a picture.
A picture I have seen before.
Ok calm down.
Now think of something that you haven't seen make something up.
It's faint but it's there.
Ok I see it!
It's an....... eight.
I'll have to get back to you.
Currently
reading
:
The Mote in God's Eye
By
Larry Niven
Release date: 01 March, 1991
Not goodbye, just goddamn or Real World Denver my ass!!
Current mood: disappointed
Category: Life
Hi everyone, I am I Like Piles and I, like piles. Ok, so some of you know that due to circumcisions beyond my control, I have to move at the end of this month. Nothing bad, other than the have to move, has happened or anything, it's just one of those crossroad things that coaches and ex-girlfriends always talk about. Really it is for the best as I have been feeling kind of oogie living in the suburbs, blah. As a result I won't be around MySpackle much anymore. I live in a house that someone else owns, and I use their computer and their internet access. My computer is a fucking dinosaur that is pretty much suited to the two things I do with it, music production and cd burning (not porn, no really), so it isn't internet friendly. You see I am a slacker, and being a slacker I tend to not save money, so plunking down a couple o grand to get a better computer to use on the internet isn't really in my future. And making the trip to Las Vegas in February, highly unlikely. However there are other ways for me to get on the internet, like the library or one of those cyber cafe places so you will be seeing me a little bit here and there, just not as frequently as in the past. Of course, things sometimes have a way of working themselves out for me so who knows really. I just wanted to tell everyone that I will miss them but I will be here in spirit (or spirits as the case may be) and I promise to drop by and say hey as much as I can. Plus you still have me through December so that's something ain't it?
-ILP
ps any of my friends that may be in Denver anytime should let me know. The least I can do is buy you a drink and/or take you on a tour, and I promise, no chainsaws. ~T
Whats your passion? or don't get me wrong here.
Current mood: curious
Category: Life
When I lived in Denver with The Toilet Paper Mummy, we used to go up the street to a little bar on 13th and Downing. We would drink and talk about nothing, play darts, pick songs on the jukebox. Sometimes we would sit at the bar and inevitably someone would come up and talk to my brother, he's an approachable guy. And he would talk to them, and if he liked them he'd buy them a drink and let them hang out with us. If he didn't like them, he'd tolerate them. No matter who it was he'd eventually ask them, 'What's your passion?' Sometimes they would have an answer, other times they would not. He would badger people if they didn't give him an answer, either tell him your passion or endure the question. Sometimes he used it as a device to enrage and other times to soothe. For he is Nostradumbass, purveyor of souls. But I digress.
I was exposed to this countless times and I don't think once was I ever asked the question. But every once in a while, every so often, it falls out of the pile. What's your passion? And I contemplate, what is my answer. Sure I am really interested in things. Yes I enjoy many things. But really, am I passionate about any one thing. I don't know, I can shoot down anything I think of. What's my passion? There's.....
No. Nothing. Not even piles. Otherwise, wouldn't I be I Love Piles. Sure I have professed a love for piles, but is it a passionate burning love that drives my soul. No. What is that anything that drives me, that keeps me waking up day after day. Hmmmmm.
I am not depressed, or devoid, or devout, or destructive, or detesting, or demented, or despondent, or dependant, or defunct, or despising, or despised, any more so than at any other given time in the universal span of my life. I am still me, I am still here. This is not a cry for help. This is a question. Is this poison.
What's your passion?
I know mine.
Currently
listening
:
Tommy
By
The Who
Release date: 30 March, 1993
I like piles
Current mood: Sad, hungover, and sleepy
Category: Sad, hungover, and sleepy Life
You know I've never had a pile get drunk and threaten me. I've never had a pile think it was better than me because of the way I am dressed. I've never had a pile tell me that I have such potential but I am wasting my life. I've never had a pile tell me it loves me then turn around and let someone else go through its piled beauty. I've never had a pile cut me off on the freeway. I've never had a pile tell me that this is whats best for both of us. I've never had a pile yell at me. I've never had a pile throw me out of my own home. I've never had a pile steal from me(except perhaps my breath). I've never been hassled by a pile. I've never been disappointed by a pile. I've never had a pile tell me I smell. I've never had a pile kill one of my friends. I've never had a pile say one thing and do another. I've never been angry at a pile. I've never been judged by a pile. I've never been scared of a pile. Now you know, why I've never stopped liking piles.
Why I wouldn't make a good serial killer or I wonder if the Rev. ever has this problem?
Current mood: I'm kidding
Category: I'm kidding Life
So last night I was at my friends house and maybe I had been drinking, but I decided that the band must die but I ran into trouble.... .. ..> I'll try again later.
I am not that easy or Let's sit and chat for awhile. SBfuckinT
Current mood: drunk
Category: Romance and Relationships
Okay since this is a serious subject, I will dispense with the piles. Other than my usual mindless jabberings there is no underlying joke here. There are those on MySpace that have taken an interest in me, and I in them, so it is only fair that I tell them some things that they really should know, that is of course if they hope to spend an intimate moment or six with me. Yes I am that good.
I often lament here on MySpace that I can find no women. Let me clarify, I can find no woman that wants to take the time to get to know me. I need more than a woman that wants to know how big my dick is and how many times I can bring them to climax. When I go out, I find women that are more than happy to tell me that I can spend the night with them. After all I am handsome, intelligent, and witty. But when I ask them if it would be alright to maybe get their phone number so I can get to know them better they flee. Well guess what? I have a right hand and it always knows what I like, and I am a patient man.
It is widely held that men think of only one thing, only want sex, are sluts, whatever. Well in case you didn't know, I Like Piles is no ordinary man, yes I do think of sex quite often, and I enjoy it immensely, I will even go so far as to say that I am a very very horny guy when the right woman is involved. I love the female body, it is a work of pure art. The curve of the hips, the swell of the breasts, the roundness of the butt, the dimples at the base of the spine, the moans and gasps, these turn me on to no end. But guess what? You all have the same parts. Different shapes, sizes, and voices sure, but I could go out on the internet if I wanted to and find just about any copy of any woman's body and voice if I tried hard enough. Don't doubt it. But I am no slut. I have had a number of different lovers granted, but I had known most of them for at least a few days, most a few weeks, and a couple a few months, before I slept with them. I don't go dipping my wick into any old squish mitten that comes along, that's how you end up with unwanted diseases and/or children. I honestly need to know the woman that I am going to bed with, it works to both of our benefit. I don't mean, her favorite sexual position or place to be kissed. That's important, but I feel that is best discovered during foreplay, or in the act itself. The exploration of a new partner, to me at least, is nine tenths of the fun, my orgasm is inconsequential to me, it's hers that makes me happiest. (Don't believe me do you?) Yes flirting is important and fun, I do it here on MySpace and in reality. But I mean that I have to know things about them, things like; do you read, what do you read, do you really want me to go, are you awake, do you think politics are boring, what is your favorite color, what is your quest, why are you screaming I thought you said it was okay to put that there. All kidding aside I really like to know the mind more than the body. In my time on earth I have had only three 'one night stands'. Let me clarify that a one night stand to me constitutes knowing nothing about a woman except that she has a vagina that wants my penis in it. All three times I was drunk and it had been about two or three years since the last time I had sex. (I'm going on five now) And all three times I was unable to achieve a climax, oh I performed fine *wink wink nudge nudge* but I could not come. Only one of the girls was actually frustrated by it.
I am drunk now and I am tired of writing so..... let us do a summing up for the folks that skipped to the end, Number one, I love women. Number two, I love sex. Number three, I will only have sex with women who get to know me, or women that buy me lots of booze and grab at my crotch. Number four, the only woman to ever complain about the sex taught me things that will make your head spin. (I didn't really go over that but I am feeling full of myself right now) I will stick around for a few and any questions or anything I did not cover you let me know and I will answer immediately.
Subtlety is lost on me or Hindsight is twenty twenty
Current mood: disappointed
Category: Romance and Relationships
Hi everybody I am I Like Piles and... you know the rest.
As I have said in the past, I am no good at reading the subtle flirting of women. Where most men would have perked up their ears and said the correct next thing, I tend to not even know what was going on until sometimes days later. Here are some examples that now seem pretty obvious, while at the time I was pretty oblivious.
I used to do apartment maintenance a while back, and one time I was fixing the heat for this girl. The control valve was in her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed with a friend, both of them talking to me while I worked. This wasn't uncommon, most tenants liked to talk to me when I was working in their house. There was a painting that I had to move so I wouldn't knock it down, and I was informed by her that she had painted it. I said it was nice and that I liked it. Her friend asked me if I did any art. I replied that I don't really paint but I do work with ceramics and glass, which I do. The girl that lived there said she was hoping to get a show someday, and I said that I would like to do that myself. Her friend said, "I would really like to see your stuff someday." I said, "Oh, well I don't have anything in a gallery I just have them at home. And really it isn't that good anyway." vvvvoooommm over my head. They both just looked at each other and did that giggly thing that I have come find means, "what a dumbass" Same job different building, two girls had just moved into an apartment and one of them manged to lock herself out of the place. It was ten at night and I was the on call guy that week. I go over to her apartment and let her in with a spare key. She says she feels bad for getting me out of bed on such a shitty night, (it was snowing, it was cold) and that I should come in and get warmed up. So I agree and follow her into the apartment. She says she'll be right back and goes into her room. She changed into some very small satiny pajamas and a robe that was equally tiny and came out and sat on the couch. Seriously I thought that was what she always wore to bed. She asked me if I wanted to sit next to her. vvoooommmm over my head. I said I had better let her get to sleep and I left. Her roommate later told me that she had had a crush on me, after she had moved out of course. One last tale, I have to leave soon so this will be it. I had a neighbor that would sometimes hang out with me and we would drink beers together and talk about whatever. One day she came over and knocked on my door and asked me if I would come look at something for her. I said sure and went over to her apartment. She told me that she had been getting into art and that she wanted my opinion on some nudes she had done. I said okay I'd give my opinion and she brought them out, I told her they were quite good and that she was a pretty good artist. She said, do you want to see the model, or some such thing. vvvoooooommmmm. I said I was sure that she knew her body well enough to have drawn it right. She said oh thanks I just remembered something I have to do, thanks for your opinion, and I said no problem I'll see you later. A girl she and I both knew later told me that she said I was either mean or stupid, because I could have gotten some great sex that night. When my friend told me that, I realized that I hadn't seen her around after that night.
There are more, those are just the thick headedest ones. I have been told by various friends, girlfriends, strangers that I am not any good at picking up these signals and sending them back. That's true. The last two I know I fucked up, the first I am pretty sure was the same. So if you see I Like Piles around and you are interested in him, don't give up on me, maybe just show me your boobs or something, and even then I can't guarantee that I will know what you are doing. ;)
It's time to start giving blow jobs again.
Current mood: excited
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Hi everybody I am I Like Piles and I like piles. As some of you may know my job has many different aspects to it. One of my favorite things about it are the blow jobs. It's easy work and it pays well. I would have to say that more than half of our customers request them at this time of year, mainly because they know a good blow job when they get one. Who knows you may need one too. I would have to say that I personally have done about two thousand blow jobs over the course of my career. My favorite customers are the women, they are fascinated by blow jobs and will talk to me about them the whole time I am giving one. Some of the men seem to enjoy it but really I think they just like to see the stuff blow out of the hole. Giving blow jobs isn't all peaches and creme though. Dogs don't really like them and so I have to watch out that I don't get bitten. Sometimes I can get covered with the end product and that serves to make me uncomfortable. A lot of times too there will be a clog and I have to root around a little so I get caught off gaurd and get a shot right in the eye. Plus it gets pretty noisy, more than once I have been asked to keep the humming down. But really there is nothing I can do about it, I mean if you want a good blow job the humming is essential. So that is why I am writing this blog to offer up some advice to people and try to help.
First, you need to get it done before the cold weather hits or you are liable to sustain damage from freezing. If cold weather comes you can wrap your exposed parts in a blanket or some other insulator, it doesn't hurt to shove something warm in your box either. Second, always use a reliable company, people always complain to me that the last time they did it, it was with a dildo. Third, you can do it on your own but be careful. There are many fragile parts that may end up damaged because you weren't experienced enough.
How to give a good blow job. Step one: know your turn offs, it is vital that you know how to turn off your system
Step two: find a hook up, if you are going to perform a blow job you need to hook up.
Step three: lay some hose, if it's not long enough there are always ways around that.
Step four: make sure you are tight, loose parts can really delay things.
Step five: Use a good compressor, you need to have at least eighty pounds of air pressure to make sure you get all the water out of your sprinkler lines.
Step six: Get your mind out of the gutter. Like I'd ever put a penis in my mouth.
ILP
UPDATE: You people think I'm kidding but I have been shot in the eye twice, the face once, been chased by a dog, and had two different male customers ask about the 'smoke' (it's water vapor) coming out of the hole. And it's only Wednesday
Guilt written all over my face, or You can't take I Like Piles anywhere
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Parties and Nightlife
I sit at the keyboard right now, still a little buzzed, trying to make sense of the jumble of memories that I have from last night. I remember a couple of drunk dials, and leaving a couple of messages, and finally getting in touch with SlackerMom. She told me some of the things I was talking about last night when I talked to her today and I hoped that's not what I was talking about on the answering machines. I remember that I wanted to wear the mullet wig but it was in use everytime I tried. I remember that I felt like talking like a pirate and saying yeaaar a lot. I remember that we got cut off in some of the bars because of my drunken ass. I remember playing pool with these two girls that were all about the cocktease and that they got mean when I refused to acknowledge it. I remember thinking that the women in the punk bar we ended up at were all afraid of me. I wasn't being a weirdo or wearing my mask I was just being nice, and drunk. I don't know why I thought this but it made perfect sense last night. (SlackerMom said I mentioned this to her when we spoke and I said it was my big dick, I was cracking wise, I have no idea why I thought they were scared) I know that I was smoking too, dammit, but I am still dedicated to quitting, I just went too far with the booze. Back to square one. Change tactics.
I was wearing a mask that resembled the one that the psycho from Halloween wore in that film. Not a hockey mask, wrong movie, but a plain white mask that covers the face. Sure it was creepy, but that wasn't enough for me, I wanted creepier. So I had the idea of writing the word 'guilt' all over it with multiple colored sharpies, that's a felt tipped ink marker for those of you that don't know. It gave people the willies, no one wanted to look directly at me, but I could still hear people in passing, "Did you see that guy? He had guilt written all over his face." It got us cut off in two of the bars we went into, since I would wait to put it on until after we had been served. Didn't want to give the wrong impression or anything. I ended up giving it to a girl that admired it. I'm a sucker for the ladies.
Dream girl or ILP goes public on SBT
Current mood: crazy
Category: Writing and Poetry
This blog has naughty bits and words in it with grapic descriptions, if you are under eighteen please read this with an adult in the room. If you are over twenty one, and will be in the Denver area any time soon, my phone number is (Piles!!) whoops. How about photos? Can I ask for photos? (Get on with it!!) Fine!!
This is my first public sex blog, usually I write them by request for private parties. I am apprehensive about this. I hope you like it.
I was in town on business and I had just settled into my room at the hotel, I was hungry after the flight, not wanting the Idon'tknowwhatitwas that the airline had made available to me. I went down to the restaurant and saw that it was packed. I asked for a table, and told the maitre'de that I would be at the bar. The bartender brought me my drink and I took a tentative sip. "What are you drinking?" I turned and there was one of the most beautiful women I had seen in a long while. Long hair, long legs, long lashes, curves in all the right places. I figured her for a call girl or an escort as I had seen such women here before, attended by some old fart that had nothing better to blow his money on. "Whiskey straight, and I don't need an escort, thanks." "Excuse Me!!" she said, and I realized I had just fucked way up. "Uh shit! I mean, shoot! I uh, I uh was uh, you see I.." and she laughed, a most precious laugh, "I know, you thought I was a hooker. You must be gay if you would turn down a hooker like me." And she reached over and took my drink downing it with one gulp. "Ok, we're even, now buy yourself another drink and I'll take a red wine and let's start over." "Uh, ok," I nodded to the bartender, who had stepped over when he had heard her raise her voice. He stepped away to get our drinks and I turned to her, "I'm not gay." I said softly. "What was that?" she said, a little challenge to her voice. "I am NOT gay." I said, maybe too loud as the regulars at the end of the bar looked up at me, one of them slurring, "Congrajulations perfessor." "Easy tiger, I'm glad you're not but I'm standing right here." And now we are even, the sparkle in her green eyes told me. The bartender brought us our drinks and said, "Sir your table is ready." "Uh, let me make it up to you, let me buy you dinner." I offered. "Hmmm, well ok now you're talking." she accepted.
The dinner was first rate and we had talked and laughed and shared our interests, our dreams, and our desires. When the waiter asked us if we wanted coffee or dessert, I looked to her and she mouthed a silent no, and ran her pink tongue across her ruby lips. Under the table she ran her bare foot up my leg. "Umm, we'll have coffee and dessert sent to our room, thank you." I signed the check and we walked to the elevator. "You know" she leaned over and whispered in my ear in a low husky voice, "I'm not usually this forward but something about you, makes me wet." My knees buckled a little as the doors slid open and we stepped in. My room was on the top floor, so I swiped my key through the reader and a soft tone was followed by a voice, 'penthouse access granted'. Her eyebrows raised slightly, "Penthouse, well I'll have to let you call me a hooker more often." I laughed, and said, "I insinuated you were an escort, I did not call you a hooker." "Same thing, hey have you ever done it on an elevator?" "No." "Would you like to?" "Uhhhh" "Man you are sexy when you say Uhhhh." "Don't tease me, you just caught me off guard there." "Well how about now?" and she reached over and placed her hand lightly on my crotch, gently moving it in a small circle. "Ohhhhh" I moaned a little as she increased the pressure bringing me to full attention. She laughed, "I guess you aren't gay, good then you'll like this." And she reached up behind her long slender neck and pulled the string that held her dress, letting the front of it slide down over her firm white breasts, the fabric catching for a moment on her taught pink nipples, "I uh, I uh..." "That's why I like you," she giggled, "you are so articulate." "That's me a regular orator." She let her clothes fall to the ground the fabric pooling about her ankles. "Mmm, I like orators." She was wearing nothing under her dress. I was unable to make any noise at all as I gazed at her, her hair a dark contrast to her soft white skin. Her eyes twinkling in the soft light of the elevator. She ran her hand down her body letting it stop at the top of her silky thighs as she stepped sideways to let them spread slightly. I stepped towards her feeling my throbbing cock straining for release. I put my hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her, she closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, while reaching out to embrace me. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed lightly at first, increasing in pressure until I let my tongue slip softly into her open mouth. I ran my hand along her jaw to the back of her head holding it softly but firm enough to let her relax her neck as we probed each others mouths with our tongues. I broke the kiss and gently kissed my way along her neck nibbling on her earlobe and lightly biting at the skin of her shoulder. "Take me," she whispered as she reached for my belt buckle, "I want you now." "Not yet" I whispered into the hollow of her throat, as I gently moved her hands to my waist, "not yet." The elevator stopped and the bell sounded as the doors opened, I reached over and hit the door close button waiting for them to shut and then punching the all stop button. Now we were alone again and I kissed along her chest down to her breasts, silently admiring them and taking her nipple into my mouth. She let out a small gasp as my one of my hands found the other nipple and lightly pinched it between my fingers and my free hand reached around to the small of her back to offer her support. She leaned into it and let her torso drop back against the wall her hands reaching out for the rail. When I knew she could support herself I let my hand fall down to her round bottom and felt the firm flesh that was there. Leaving my other hand to explore the intricacies of her breasts, I continued my kissing spree until I was mere inches from her velvet box, stopping to smell the musk that was rising from it. I lingered there and then began kissing up to her belly button, having passed it so quickly. "Please," she moaned, "don't tease me." "Shhh, patience," I said, "you won't be sorry." I kissed my way around her round firm belly admiring the way it moved with her breath. Not wanting to tease her too much, I resumed my path to her soft folds as my other hand slipped around to join the first at her soft but taught bottom. I held both cheeks firmly as she spread her legs wide for me and I breathed in her smell feeling my already hard member grow even harder. She gasped as my tongue found it's way into her pussy, a rush of wetness greeting me as I tasted her honey. "oh oh oh, oh my god." she whispered as I probed gently between the folds, her legs opening wider. "yes yes, oh, yes" I moved my tongue upward and found her clit, and I pressed against it firmly with my lips, sucking lightly on it and then flicking it with my tongue. "Oh Oh Oh Oh Yes Yes YES" and another wave of sweetness burst forth onto my face as she moaned and writhed under mouth as I increased the pressure on her clit. "Oh Yes Oh Yes, I'mmm goinggg to cummm" She let go of the rail and put her hands in my hair pulling my face harder into her as she came, her juices drenching me. And as she came she collapsed to the floor, moaning softly, a second later she got up to her knees and said, "I want to taste me on your lips I want to taste you in my mouth" and we locked in a fierce kiss her tongue probing my mouth as her hands reached down to my belt. This time I did not stop her and she swiftly undid my buckle and pants. She reached over the band of my boxers and I felt her cool touch on my hot throbbing shaft. "Stand up, it's my turn now." She said with that same husky voice she used when we had gotten on the elevator. I stood up and she deftly lowered my pants to the floor and ripped open my shirt all in one motion, the buttons shooting across the small area to bounce off the wall and on to the carpeted floor. She wasted no time in taking my manhood into her mouth, reaching up and cupping my testes with one hand while the other slipped behind me to pull my hips toward her eager mouth. She sucked and licked my shaft with mouth and tongue, while gently milking my balls, now it was my turn "oh oh oh, yes oh yes" escaped my mouth as she continued to take my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and then pulling my hips to her "mmm mmm mmm oh yeah" I moaned. I could feel the tension building in my loins "Oh baby, Oh Baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm Gonna Cum!" And the sweet release took me as I shuddered and moaned, I could feel my erection throb and pulse as I emptied my vessel into her, she sucking until I was spent and then I collapsed in a heap next to her. "Nice oration," I said, and she giggled and kissed me. "You're pretty good yourself." she said when we broke the kiss. "Let's go to my room for that dessert and then we can go for round..." and a loud unpleasent bell interrupted my words. "What is that!!" She shouted. "I think its the elevator alarm!!" I answered. "I hope it doesn't wake you up!!" She said. "What?!!" "I said I hope it doesn't wake you up, wake you up wake up wake up"
I groggily reach for the phone, "Hello" "Mister Smith, this is your wake up call, it is five thirty." "Oh thanks." Shit a dream, I should have known. I lay in bed waiting for my hard on to go away and then get up and go to the shower. Cleaned and refreshed I go down to the restaurant and see that the place is packed, I look around but do not see her. It was a dream. "I'll be at the bar, tell me when my table is ready." I tell the maitre'de. "Yes sir." I look around in the bar and other than a few couples and the bartender, no one else is in there. "What can I get you sir?" "Whiskey straight." "Coming right up" Shit, that was real. "Excuse me," a voice says behind me, "do you believe in deja'vu?"
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