So Fresh And So Clean, Know What’a Mean?
After work, I went straight to the gym to get the blood flowing. Eight hours of sitting on my ass five days a week equals soon-to-be fat-ass if there is no cardio time in between. I came to realize, after about an hour on the elliptical, that the steam room is underrated and being underused by me. Not only do I feel flushed of impurities, but at the same time, I can freely stare at tits through the mist and they’re not just any pair of tits, but the marinated kind—soaked in a blend of perspiration and mist, oh so soft, delicate, and vulnerable.
I felt so fresh and so clean and, after the gym, went to the store to stock up on some groceries. It humors me to see how dressed up some of these sluts get to buy a fuckin head of lettuce. I gotta head of something for these bitches. I did exchange glances with a chick in the pasta aisle, but it was nothing more than a simple harmless exchange—her boyfriend/husband rounded the corner and dropped some potato chips in her cart. What a little slut. It’s a small world and I’m sure we’ll meet again.
For dinner, I whipped myself up a medium-rare New York steak and had some spuds on the side. I just chilled alone and watched Las Vegas. I’ve never seen the show before, and I can’t recall the storyline. With the 3 hot bitches in it, it didn’t really matter to me what they said or did as long as there was a lotta skin being shown—and it was all to the good. It got me in a damn good mood and steered me to my computer.
Ah, yeah. Megan on FuckHerRight.com stared me down and better yet, relieved me of my horniness. The body on this whore is a-fuckin-mazing and she can work a cock like she owns it. My FREE TRIAL came into effect and was a great nightcap to end my Tuesday. I was outtie, ghost, in other words gone… dead asleep.
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