Lesbian stripclub
I don’t know what my poofter mates were thinking, taking me to a place where women get their kit off and dance provocatively for each other. At first I thought it was all pretty fucking disgusting, and Pete and Edmund were just pissing themselves. The gays get very excited by tits, which has never made sense to me.
Anyway, I was knackered and about to leave when this pair of hotties got up and started grinding away in my face! I really didn’t know where to look. They were so fucking shhexy that they very nearly turned me! But then I remembered that they might have fists, but they haven’t got a cock… You can’t live without cock.
January 19th, 2006 at 5:07 am
[…] How true indeed. […]
January 19th, 2006 at 9:52 am
I do so love the pajama bottom look girls are wearing these days.
one word:
Class
January 19th, 2006 at 11:54 am
thanks for blogging me, Mr Goatopolis, sir!
They are damn shhexy, captain_howdy_girl, means she’s ready to go straight to bed!
January 20th, 2006 at 5:25 am
Good Stuff here. I laughed my arse off going through your blog and flickr picks. Keep up the good work…
January 20th, 2006 at 7:37 am
Thank you… I’ll try my best!
:)
April 5th, 2006 at 9:10 pm
[…] Chardonnay was a stripper at the lesbian stripclub, Candybar. She was fresh off the boat from the Ukraine, where weakly visits to the salt baths keep her skin fresh and tight. Poo was telling me that he’d been hoping she would be considerably sloppier, but that that disappointment was quickly overcome by the state of Wayne’s arse. […]