death hotel
Feb. 6 2006
Sometimes my dreams are like a pornographic movie theater of the mind.
I dreamed I was hanging out with a certain lady... We'd been at a bar but we left to go outside. We were sitting beside a building underneath the fire escape.
We were touching each other, light touches. I ran my fingers through her hair. She stroked my thigh, squeezed it.
We were totally hot for each other. It seemed as though we were hidden enough from the street that probably not many people passing by would be able to see us. Without warning she whipped off her t-shirt. All she was wearing underneath was a thin little tank top.
I took her waist in my hands and pulled her close to me, lifted up her top and started licking and sucking her breasts. Then we were naked, she was lying on her back and I was licking her pussy. She was moaning and writhing all around. We were on a couch that had just somehow appeared underneath this fire escape.
Finally we just had to get out of there. We decided to head back to her place.
No sooner had we gotten all our clothes back on, than her friend popped out from around the corner. "Hi guys! Whatcha doin'?"
Her friend proceeded to sit down on the couch with us and start making all kinds of casual small talk.
Meanwhile, our legs were shaking because we wanted to fuck so bad.
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Not all of my dreams are dirty, but a lot of them are, and you can read about them all at http://deathhotel.com.
Comments
hey phil,
robyn here, from the long ago land of lexx. haven't seen you since I ran into you on the street, with my offspring, in the fall.
i'm working on a profile about you for journalism class but I can't interview you, so do you have any recommendations for people (and their contact info)who would talk to me over the weekend about any of the things you spend your time on? Any help would be much appreciated. the syory is due monday so email or phone interviews with your 'friends' would be excellent.
grand.
Posted by: robyn | February 10, 2006 12:08 PM
hi robyn.
ok i have no idea what this is all about. it feels like i'm under surveillance.
anyway... if you're reading this and you have an opinion... then go ahead and send this person an email.
p.s. especially strong opinions so the result will be as scandalous as possible. at least that's how i would prefer it.
Posted by: Philip Clark | February 10, 2006 05:53 PM
oops
Posted by: fat pussy | February 12, 2006 11:05 AM