Bisexual egypitian slave girl savior
In a bizzare dream I had... I dunno when...
I was riding in a pickup truck with John. We were driving on a big freeway in the middle of the night twords a big city. Then we came to a very steep hill that had lots of construction on it and some kids speeding around us skidded out of controll and got into a huge accident. We pulled over to see if everybody was alright. Ambulences came... We couldn't get near to help or be of any use so we walked back over to the truck and I was suddenly dressed in the most rediculas skimpy little outfit with black fishnets and short shorts and the works, and John turned into my ex-roomate chasing some tail. My tail. *bla* So I walked him into town and took him to this fucking Flaming Gay street fair. heh heh... we left the crowds for a minute and I guess he thought he was going to 'get some' but instead I started scaling the side of a building which made him uncomfortable... heh heh.... I was trying to get to the roof but found after climbing 3 stories that the ladder ended at the top of a chimney and had no roof access... Flaming Gay street kids were everywhere... up on the roof out on the street they were fucked up and high and laughing and throwing things everywhere. I began climbing back down which made him happy much to my dismay. When I got back down he started in on me... pressing in and holding me down and touching me and all that shit he used to do... and then this girl who recognised me... all dressed up in this skimpy egyptian slave girl outfit came over to see me... saw my prediciment and started playing it up with me... she came over and started pressing in and touching me from the other side and I started acting like I was doing the same with her which freaked him out... Heh heh... gayphobic dumbass that he is...
He called me a lesbian and a whore then he left and the girl and I laughed. She gave me a necklace. I commented on her outfit and said she looked pretty and then she whent back to join the flaming Gay street masses.
The phone woke me up.
I was riding in a pickup truck with John. We were driving on a big freeway in the middle of the night twords a big city. Then we came to a very steep hill that had lots of construction on it and some kids speeding around us skidded out of controll and got into a huge accident. We pulled over to see if everybody was alright. Ambulences came... We couldn't get near to help or be of any use so we walked back over to the truck and I was suddenly dressed in the most rediculas skimpy little outfit with black fishnets and short shorts and the works, and John turned into my ex-roomate chasing some tail. My tail. *bla* So I walked him into town and took him to this fucking Flaming Gay street fair. heh heh... we left the crowds for a minute and I guess he thought he was going to 'get some' but instead I started scaling the side of a building which made him uncomfortable... heh heh.... I was trying to get to the roof but found after climbing 3 stories that the ladder ended at the top of a chimney and had no roof access... Flaming Gay street kids were everywhere... up on the roof out on the street they were fucked up and high and laughing and throwing things everywhere. I began climbing back down which made him happy much to my dismay. When I got back down he started in on me... pressing in and holding me down and touching me and all that shit he used to do... and then this girl who recognised me... all dressed up in this skimpy egyptian slave girl outfit came over to see me... saw my prediciment and started playing it up with me... she came over and started pressing in and touching me from the other side and I started acting like I was doing the same with her which freaked him out... Heh heh... gayphobic dumbass that he is...
He called me a lesbian and a whore then he left and the girl and I laughed. She gave me a necklace. I commented on her outfit and said she looked pretty and then she whent back to join the flaming Gay street masses.
The phone woke me up.