I had a dream girl
I held her locked away in a special place in my mind & heart where I would go to in tough times and in times I jacked off.
Blond, tall, pale, legs never-ending, small perky tits and an ass like a plum
Her smile would light up my heart and pants.
A dream girl who carried herself like no other
I had a dream girl.
A dream girl named Stephanie (no, not you much a do)
We worked together in a call centre job where I would only last a few days.
We never spoke
But I remembered.
Last night I went out to the Order of Melbourne.
A nice little bar on Swanson Street for a mates going away drinks.
James who is on his way to Dacca, Bangladesh to hand out rice and pamphlets
They can live off the rice and wipe their ass with the pamphlets
He’s doing his bit for humanity
Me
I fuck dole snorting mothers of three
I do my bit.
We were sitting there drinking, laughing, some sulking and all of a sudden my heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to my cock.
Could it be?
Yes it could
I had a dream girl
She’s coming over here
Does she remember me?
Did our few passing eye contacts make as much an impact on her heart & pants as they did mine?
She walked straight passed me with that smile, that light up smile and happily embraced James.
CUNT
James introduced us all and when he got to me I said:
“No need, we have already met”
(What the fuck did you say that for? no you haven’t, you haven’t even talked to her. Just cause in you’re jack off fantasy daydreams you’ve fucked her in the ass up against the bookshelf doesn’t mean you have met her)
“No we haven’t” she spat
“Well I’m Bo anyway”
With a look of ‘what a dick’ on her face she turned to James and spat
“I need a drink, get me one”
CUNT
I spent the next hour in loathing and slight arousal at how she spat her talk to all around her, her face grew darker and darker as the minutes passed and the drinks were drunk.
The pole up her ass went in deeper and deeper as the minutes passed and the drinks were drunk
She was much more beautiful when she hadn’t spoken and when under fluorescent lighting.
My jaw was on the ground, my cock was hard and my heart was broken.
I had a dream girl was a CUNT
I said my goodbyes to all and left James and I had a dream girl for good.
When I got home I closed my eyes to I had a dream girl
She was the centre of attention with all around her, her spitting her words at all around her, her feeding off the attention of all around her
She saw me
She stopped spitting her talk to all around her as I approached her, throwing her to the ground in font of all around her.
She tried to spit her words at all around her but couldn’t because I was all around her
She was helpless in front of all around her
They all cheered all around her
While I fucked her spitting words out of her, in front of all around her
I cum all over her with all around her
I left her there with all around her
From now on she will be nice to all around her
I open my eyes and flush the cum soaked tissue down the toilet
I had a dream girl
She is a CUNT
And I’m left with a broken fantasy
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7 comments:
Such a shame she turned out to be a bitch. If it's any consolation, beautiful chicks are generally dud roots, they never have to do anything to get a fuck because they look so good, then they know they don't have to prove anything because they know they will get another one and can just lie there. It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. If you have proof that my theory is incorrect please break it to me gently. I am one of the quiet ones.
Brilliant, I fucking loved it!
It's a shame, but it's always the same. Reality seldom lives up to the fantasy.
oh thats sad...
xx
That was almost poetic, dude.
xx
Someone that wouldn't worship her because she is beautiful and maybe a good stiff cock up her arse would knock her down a peg or two. Something to bring her back down to reality.
I think you're just the guy to do it too, Bo.
Take one for the team!! (or Give, as the case may be.)
Chuck
Love it... is it wrong to have someone like that in our lives??
Anon- I have no proof your theory is incorrect, but would you be so kind as to prove yours.
Bunny- Glad you like.
Friday- Yeah I cried for days.
Ms smack- You’re too nice. Hey congratulations on the job once again.
Chuck- I was thinking just the same thing.
Fingers- That s the nicest comment I’ve ever seen you write Fingers. You been getting stuck into those 1200 bottles. Cheers mate.
Slimmer- Welcome. No it’s not, they give us something to measure the nice people against.
Steph- And just to think, you were going to be my next I had a dream girl.
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