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of Lionheart Publishing preaching to huddled masses too many storeys out of earshot to hear my proclamations of being the Fucking Antichrist while the shells of unmelted candy dig into my gums.
If only I were high. That would give way to so many more explanations.
We'll start at the beginning, go to the middle part, then end with the end, as so many stories I've published tend to do. Dull, I know, but these are accounts of gonzo journalism, & I dont remember having anyone to impress ever in my life.
Let's see. We'll begin with my secretary. My secretary is fuckable, but I could not tell you what color her eyes were.
Her name is Tiffany Whateverthehellsomethingorother.
Tiffany W., as I affectionately call her, is plain, with a considerable ass &, I assumed, a slot for my cock, so I liked her right off the bat. For maybe a year she's worked for me, talked to me, retrieved coffee/memos/manuscripts/laundry, & I would not be able to pick her out of a lineup. She registers as something fuckable, & that is all.
I tell you this to tell you that Tiffany came in with candy.
"Oh." Said I, delighted. Sex & candy. She shouldnt have. I smiled when she "Good morning, Mr. Hughes"'ed me & offered a little plastic tube of shitty barely-chocolate candy in multi-colored [if you can call four different colors all with lead-based paint "multi"] shells.
"I know they're your favorites."
They werent.
"Well, thank you. How sweet." I was slightly disgusted & annoyed over such a little thing, but disgusting things made me horny anyway, so I seemed to be at an empass. I didnt exactly have any desire to kiss her, but I believed now I would have the indecency to fuck her from behind & make her call me Daddy.
... But where was I. Ahh...
My sliver of revulsion was driven further to a then-unattained hatred for flesh when she gently took the candy from me & opened it with her teeth, lips pink like peach skins & no doubt leaving a disgusting residue on the wrapper. Inwardly I cringed. Outwardly I straightened my tie. Whatever seduction she attempted was lost on me; the motion was far too quick & she barred her teeth too much. Now as she rose, I found myself taking off points & drafting a scoreboard. Movements too quick, clumsy, [ouch.] fake nails, her eyeliner is smeared on one side.
... i'm gonna go to bed now. fuck this. tiffany's a whore anyway.
erin publishing co. would like to add that their clients in no way reflect the personal views of this station. thank you.
If only I were high. That would give way to so many more explanations.
We'll start at the beginning, go to the middle part, then end with the end, as so many stories I've published tend to do. Dull, I know, but these are accounts of gonzo journalism, & I dont remember having anyone to impress ever in my life.
Let's see. We'll begin with my secretary. My secretary is fuckable, but I could not tell you what color her eyes were.
Her name is Tiffany Whateverthehellsomethingorother.
Tiffany W., as I affectionately call her, is plain, with a considerable ass &, I assumed, a slot for my cock, so I liked her right off the bat. For maybe a year she's worked for me, talked to me, retrieved coffee/memos/manuscripts/laundry, & I would not be able to pick her out of a lineup. She registers as something fuckable, & that is all.
I tell you this to tell you that Tiffany came in with candy.
"Oh." Said I, delighted. Sex & candy. She shouldnt have. I smiled when she "Good morning, Mr. Hughes"'ed me & offered a little plastic tube of shitty barely-chocolate candy in multi-colored [if you can call four different colors all with lead-based paint "multi"] shells.
"I know they're your favorites."
They werent.
"Well, thank you. How sweet." I was slightly disgusted & annoyed over such a little thing, but disgusting things made me horny anyway, so I seemed to be at an empass. I didnt exactly have any desire to kiss her, but I believed now I would have the indecency to fuck her from behind & make her call me Daddy.
... But where was I. Ahh...
My sliver of revulsion was driven further to a then-unattained hatred for flesh when she gently took the candy from me & opened it with her teeth, lips pink like peach skins & no doubt leaving a disgusting residue on the wrapper. Inwardly I cringed. Outwardly I straightened my tie. Whatever seduction she attempted was lost on me; the motion was far too quick & she barred her teeth too much. Now as she rose, I found myself taking off points & drafting a scoreboard. Movements too quick, clumsy, [ouch.] fake nails, her eyeliner is smeared on one side.
... i'm gonna go to bed now. fuck this. tiffany's a whore anyway.
erin publishing co. would like to add that their clients in no way reflect the personal views of this station. thank you.