I love it when a hot woman/gal (a perfect stranger being the best) walks into the elevator. It gets me hot and if they're hot (especially, with airline stewardessesque legs sheathed in nylons and heels-- Jimmy Choo, Manolo, Moschino, Christian Louboutin, or Nine West (cheap)-- ideal being a $1,000, white real snake skin but 'faux' snake looking, peep toe, Jimmy prom shoes), I naturally fantasize about having sex with her in the elevator.
Hot, steamy, carnal, raw, Serengeti-- howling at the moon, under the waterfall sex.
Fck like an animal then slip my tie back on and walk out with jizz (aka special sauce) on the good ol' zipper and a cigarrette in my mouth. And as I walk away, without looking at her, say 'bravo, bon appetito!'
About Me
Know Thyself and To Thineself Be True
LORD GORING. You see, Phipps, Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. Just as vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. And falsehoods the truths of other people.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. Just as vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. And falsehoods the truths of other people.
PHIPPS. Yes, my lord.
LORD GORING. Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
I, Von Kwon
Boutonniere
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Thanks Shane. You're next!
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