| WELLHUNG: |
Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like? |
| SWEETHEART: |
I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt
and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements
are 36-24-36. What do you look like? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses
and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. I'm
also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it
smells funny. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I want you. Would you like to screw me? |
| WELLHUNG: |
OK |
| SWEETHEART: |
We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing
on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up
into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and
begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your
chest. |
| WELLHUNG: |
Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
are trembling. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm moaning softly. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding
it off slowly. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The
cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling
and rubbing. |
| WELLHUNG: |
My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally
rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry. |
| SWEETHEART: |
That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'll pay for it. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy
black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breathe harder
and harder. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I
think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors? |
| SWEETHEART: |
I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm
reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses
my breasts. My nipples are erect for you. |
| WELLHUNG: |
How did you do that? I'm picking up the
bra and inspecting the clasp. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want
to feel your tongue all over me. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your,
you know, breasts. They're neat! |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm running my fingers through your hair.
Now I'm nibbling your ear. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered
with spit and phlegm. |
| SWEETHEART: |
What? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm so sorry. Really. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with
the remains of my blouse. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you.
I drop it with a plop. |
| SWEETHEART: |
OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and
rubbing your hard tool. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are
cold! Yeeee! |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my
panties. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue
is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute. |
| SWEETHEART: |
What's the matter? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
I'm choking. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Are you OK? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all
red. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Can I help? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.
I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep
your cups? |
| SWEETHEART: |
In the cabinet to the right of the sink. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
better. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Come back to me, lover. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm washing the cup now. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm on the bed aching for you. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back
in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark,
I'm lost. Where's the bedroom? |
| SWEETHEART: |
Last door on the left at the end of the
hall. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I found it. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning.
I really want you. |
| WELLHUNG: |
Me too. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately
- our naked bodies are pressing against each other. |
| WELLHUNG: |
Your face is pushing my glasses into my
face. It hurts. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Why don't you take off your glasses? |
| WELLHUNG: |
OK, but I can't see very well without them.
I place the glasses on the night table. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me,
baby! |
| WELLHUNG: |
I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
across the room and toward the bathroom. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Hurry back, lover. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling
around for the toilet. I lift the lid. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm waiting eagerly for your return. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh! |
| SWEETHEART: |
What's the matter now? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I've realized that I've peed into your laundry
hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling
my way. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Mmm, yes. Come on. |
| WELLHUNG: |
OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in
your...you know...woman's thing. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Yes! Do it, baby! Do it! |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels
so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning.
I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now! |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm flaccid. |
| SWEETHEART: |
What? |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous
look on my face. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face,
my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong. |
| SWEETHEART: |
No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm
putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse. |
| WELLHUNG: |
No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find
the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair
spray, picture frames and your candles. |
| SWEETHEART: |
I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting
on my shoes. |
| WELLHUNG: |
I've found my glasses. I'm putting them
on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire!
I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face. |
| SWEETHEART: |
Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser! |
| WELLHUNG: |
Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo! |
| SWEETHEART: |
<Logged Off> |