Druss,
Have you heard from foxey? I am realy beginning to get worried. I knew I shouldn't have posted about those 'electric blue speedos'. I am afraid foxey couldn't stand the pressure. I am, also, afraid that the wolf might not have understood something that she saw....it's a long story.
Immediately after I posted - #reply-7976465 - I had a call. This heavenly voice breathed at me, "Lee, this is foxey. I would absolutely LOVE to meet you for coffee and whatever." We 'sumo-type' are used to such forward advances. I made it plain to her that I would like to meet her for friendships sake and nothing more....being deeply and totally in terror of the wolf. We agreed to meet at a horse racing track south of here - also known for its hot, mineral springs and baths. The wolf couldn't go for the horse races but agreed to meet us later at a local resort where I reserved a room for me and the wolf. Anyhow.....
The races start at 1PM so I stopped on my way to the track at a local Chinese place that advertised 'ALL YOU CAN EAT'. It turned out not to be true. After a mere hour, the owner escorted me out. He was jabbering and feinting at me with chopsticks and screaming about 'herd of animals feeding me'. I have no idea what he was talking about. I decided that it was time to get to the track. I paid my way in and placed a few bets and wondered out to look at the horses to kill time. I decided that I had better get into the paddock area where foxey was to meet me. I had no idea what she looked like....I had a If you are all I dream you are...I'll find you! I knew it was going to be hard to let her down easy....such is the life of a sex object.
I was standing at the rail by the starting gate when this woman breathed at me....Hi! I'm foxey. UH huh, I thought. This was a goddess!!! I did think that the stilleto-heels and fish-net stockings were out of place in a paddock but what they wrapped was...welllll....FOXEY. This was going to be harder than I thought.
I could see the the reaction that she had to so much manhood. We had a delightful afternoon at the races. I kept telling her of the wolf to dampen her obvious passion but she seemed unable to stop brushing against me and comments of 'So much man'. Again...we sumo types are used to this.
ANYHOW....
We retired to the suite and retired to the pool area after the races. I opted for the hot pink speedos and went to the pool to wait on foxey. After a few moments, I looked up to see this vision of pure animal attraction moving towards me with all the grace of a Greek goddess. I felt a stirring below my chest so I grabbed one of the 4 sets of baby-back ribs that I had ordered as a snack and went to slurping them like a hungry man would do chicken legs. It seemed to arouse her....WHAT WAS i GOING TO DO????
I finished off a couple more racks as she sat there. It had her steaming. This was serious....moaning,drooling mindless lust...but then I ran out of ribs. In an effort to keep control of the situation, I suggested that we retire to one of the spring-fed hot tubs that surround the pool area. I ordered more ribs. As I admired foxey, I grabbed another set of ribs as I sat in the tub. I do forget!!!! The backwash swept her feet out from under her. I could see the fire in her eyes as she fell into my arms. I slurpped the last rib as I caught this goddess....as the wolf walked into the pool area.....
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I am catching news reports as they try to figure out what happened...
"Micro wind-burst"
"Straight-line winds"
"Mini-torando"
"Worst destruction since '89' season"
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CNN is carrying coverage of this destruction as I speak. There are patches of the city that look like a hurricane hit. There are strips through the woods like a Tasmanian Devil from the cartoons criss-crossed the county. I ain't admitting to nuthin'. Knowing the wolfs nature, I took out a wall in the resort but that is all the damage that I did. Foxey took the hint and had a pretty good headstart on her....but you know the wolf....
If you hear from foxey, I'd like to know she survived...if she did. If you hear from the wolf, I'd like to know when I can go home and survive. I am wasting away to nothing out here....but I am alive....
lee |
