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I make your fantasy come true
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I make your fantasy come true But is that really so impressive ? No , anyone can do that . First I tell you what your fantasy is - THAT'S the hard part . Like my dick ! This is your fantasy . You're coming out of Baby Gap , your bag full of new clothes for your Cabbage Patch Dolls . They'll be so excited . The thought makes you feel sexy in supernatural way . Your breasts bounce gingerly under your floral print sundress - you know the one that got the Fukujinzuke stain on it and you had to take it to the dry cleaner and the dry cleaner only had one eye and it weirded you out and then you felt back because it made you feel weird but then the next time you were there that guy wasn't working so you couldn't not feel weird about it which made you mad . That one . You see me coming out of Forever 21 . Some of them have menswear . THEY DO TOO !!! Our eyes lock from across the concourse . Not so much lock as . . . engage . But across the concourse . You can tell by the look in my eye I'm an alpha . Like in the hatchery sense I mean , like I was not stunted and stupefied by oxygen deprivation and chemical treatments right ? You know what I mean . I had that look in my eye . Have I mean . A look of pure absquatulesence . Your heart skips a beat as you realize that you are the prey and I the hunter . You stop momentarily because the heart thing kind of freaked you out because you saw Kevin Nealon on Conan the other night talking about a-fib . But its all fine . I stop too . Some moron runs into me from behind . Why was he walking so close to me god damn it ?! Back off buddy , I'm not your girlfriend ! As you watch me spouting abuse at the confused old man you notice my disciplined and efficient buttocks clenching and unclenching with angry eroticism . You become fleshed . You become glad that you aren't wearing any underpanties because you didn't have any clean and you didn't want to do laundry until Tuesday . Watching my manly butt cheeks bend and flex to the rhythm of my angry ranting makes your nethers enflamed like brandy poured over a steak . As the old man retreats timidly muttering quietly as he tries to hold back tears "I'm a vet for God's sake . . . treat me like this" I turn back to you and our eyes couple once more . We move closer . You almost trip over one of those bench things but you don't . Some laughs . Fucking brat . As we balestra you see my eyes reflected in your eye reflected in my eyes . Its kind of trippy . It makes your head hurt a little so you look down at the noticeable bulge in my crotchplate . You think "Yessss , that is a nice bulge ." Your vagina throbs like a stubbed toe . You feel a yearning more powerful than even that one time you really wanted to take your shoes off at your cousin's wedding because your feet were killing you but you couldn't because you had a big ugly mole on whatever that call that part of the foot above your toes . The glans ? Maybe . "Hi" you say . "Hello" I say back . You giggle . Its kind of annoying and I don't hide my reaction . Your vagina<b> clamps </font></b>shut like a clam's clamshell . I seeing you reacting to my reaction and I grimace because you noticed my reaction . You see that and you go a little big eyed . I bring things back around with a sensual smile that smolders with all the promise of a thousand pornos . Its a smile that can tease open a clamshelled vagina with all the subtle and nuance of a safecracker cracking a safe . One that requires subtle and nuance . Your bag from Baby Gap crinkles annoyingly as you rub my pants with both hands . "I want this" you mouth , smoldering with the intensity of 3 toaster ovens . Scandalized I look around like a frightened moth "but there's people watching !" You're a little put off by my girlish tone but you persist "Let them watch , I don't care who sees ." Desperately I say "Can't we go in the bathroom" . "I'm not going to fuck in a gross public bathroom !" you say shrilly . Your shrill tone reminds me of my emasculating bitch of an ex-wife and it kills my boner like Oswald killed Kennedy . I almost decide to bail but I haven't had any in a while . Tentatively I say "What about Lady Footlocker ? No one goes in there ." You laugh at my joke . Its not a pretty laugh . Its like Elmer Fudd in a blender . You bray like a donkey . It offense my ears so I shush you with a sexy finger to the your lips . You take my finger and start sucking on it erotically . I hate that but it stopped the horrible laughter so I pretend I like it . Fingers in mouth I lead you to Lady Footlocker . Its as deserted as a desert on free ice cream day . It smells kind of weird . Mimicking a move you saw on Discovery you present your hind parts to me like a baboon . I flick your dress over your head and smoothly and tenderly spank your buttocks like a dancing man smacking someone with a fish . I drop my skinny jeans and my Iron Man briefs to reveal my skinny , flaccid white dick . "Its so WHITE !" you gasp peeping out from behind your dress hem . "I just had it bleached" I remark handsomely . You squeal with delight . Its kind of grating . Several squires slink out of the shadows and begin manipulating your breasts . This makes you crazy with horny lust because they're supposed to be out carrying their knight’s flag into battle with their master but here they are groping you rousingly . Their flagrant disregard for the oath they took as a page makes you even wetter . The squires rub your tights with lavender and lemon scented oils as I stroke myself and think about the sex scene from Predator 2 to get hard again . Just when you're starting to wonder what's happening back there the squires dive for cover as I deploy my massive and ungainly pale membership . It looks kind of like one of those Pillsbury crescent roll dough things after you take it out of the can - only 4.2 times as long and more sticky . I plunge into you like ground meat into the cleaned intestines of the animal . Your vagina opens up like a flower blossoming Instantly you have the most pleasurable orgasm of your life . Its all kind of downhill from here . Your life I mean . I grab onto your lovehandles like a man falling off a cliff and I pound away like one of those pounding machines . Not a jackhammer but one of those other ones . You know the one I mean . You have an orgasm with every thrust . After a while you don't even life it anymore because you're overly sensitive after a while but you don't say anything so I keep going thinking I'm a fucking stud . Which I am . After a while you start to get pissed "Can't he tell I want him to stop" you think to yourself . "I am GOD !" I think to myself pounding into you like drunk driver slamming into a tree . I give you the old Centrifugal Bumble-puppy which usually works like gangbusters but you don't really react so I go for anal . "Hey !" your muffle shout comes from behind the dress over your head . "Sorry" I say "it slipped" . I snicker as I high-five some dude walking by because we both know that never happens . I pump you in the ass a few more times before I say "Transform and roll out !" With the help of the squires you extract yourself from the dress-tangle and kneel before me , eager mouth ajar with anticipation . "Knee before Zod !" I chortle as I grab your ears and jam my bloated ungainly manhood into your facehole , filling up your mouth like when you accidentally put too much apple pie on your fork . "Shazam !" I shout as I cum hard in your mouth , filling it up instantly with my hot saline discharge . Your mouth overflowing with semen you pull away but I just keep on ejaculating , frosting your face like a cake and covering your tits like whipped creamed on a sundae . You try to roll out of the line of fire but I follow , spraying you with jizz like silly string . Finally I stop and I wipe the last bit off the tip of my cock with your hair while you still have your eyes squeezed shut . "What was that ?" you snap . "Oh nothing" I say as I start to whistle , pulling my clothes back on . Pulling on back my clothes I mean to say . The end . Truly I am a master of the erotic . Putting first by putting employees first, immediately after prioritizing fiscal responsibilities and leveraging profitability towards exceeding by empowering our employees to put (and themselves) first, in a diverse and respectful environment of only those that come first, first. |
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Oh, Zod! I'm speechless! I never even knew I had this fantasy. Thank you a thousand times! (I didn't overdo that, did I?) Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Funny, I think some dude here on A FF sent me this unsolicited fantasy just the other day... But your version was so much better written. I bow to you, master of erotica.   
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That is the kind of erotica women just love, they will be begging you for more so be prepared to quit your job and write erotica for the rest of your life.
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I'll never be able to un-read that. Or go into Lady Footlocker without looking for squires now. Thanks. heh heh
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