Isn’t She Lovely? Isn’t She Wonderful?!
It was that time again to unwind with the “girlfriend” and a nice dinner and a movie was on our itinerary—her treat. Her treat? My first thought was, “what the fuck did she do wrong?” and I began to get kinda suspicious at first. But after a couple of hits of some purple kush, I paid that thought no mind because, well, hell, I’m not the one to be talking shit when I bang broads left and right on the daily. It turned from awkwardness to flattery all in a matter of minutes. Thank Mother Nature for the good ol sticky icky.
We had sushi at a pretty cool place called Takami Sushi—twenty-one stories high in downtown L.A. with breathtaking nighttime cityscapes. We ate on the corner of a dynamic penthouse patio where it was sleek and sultry. Shit, it was her treat so I had the Angus filet mignon and she had the lobster dynamite. Bon appe-mothafuckin-tite.
After that wonderful meal, I was ready to pass the fuck out, but we had a late movie to catch. She was too young to remember the Halloween series, so I had to introduce it to her because Michael Myers is a bad mother-“shut yo mouth”. It was more a prequel to how the bad-ass became a bad-ass and the little kid who played Myers did a damn good job showing how twisted one’s mentality could be. Although it wasn’t jumpy-scary, my “girlfriend” was spooked out by Michael Myers—as she should be. He’s a sick fuck who needs some hardcore psychiatric help.
When we got back to my place, I felt like I owed her something. I didn’t spend a dime that night and it was weird. So this was how a woman felt at the end of a date—interesting. I was in a lovey-dovey mood and I began to initiate some “love-making” as I went downtown on her, Trashytoons.com style, and stayed there longer than usual—I was there the whole time and never popped my cock in her mouth or vise tight cunt. This was all about her… maybe she’ll “treat” me more often.
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