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The Lude Prelude:
"Let's get ready to Rum-b-l-e!!!!!!" This was the first thing I shouted into the room making sure Honey clearly knew exactly what my attentions were going to be the evening.
She lit up with a smile and asked me, "You're going to ruin my hair for the night aren't you?".
I responded with some theatrics, "I'm gonna mess you up" peaking my head out of the steamy shower door begging for her to get her naked tukas inside for the main event. She stood there smiling and hesitant to hop into the shower. She put a band in her hair to keep it from getting messed up. I getured her to come hither and said in the most cocky of tones, " That ain't gonna make no difference, I'm still gonna mess up your hair. That's just how it is. I ain't apologizing for my behavior.".
Honey said with a gleeful smile on her face, "You're lucky you're my last client for the night"
Down and Dirty fight in the steamy wet Cage:
She had me in a firm neck hold in no time flat slidding her perky little apple bottom across my face. SMAKCK!!!!! BANG!!!! SPLASH!!!!!!!! WHAM!!!!! She kept smacking her firm little bootie cheeks in my face showing me no mery whatsoever ever while she had the little guy in a firm choak hold. With each lick of her tongue she used every trick in the book hoping I would yeild. "Not a chance in Heaven". Ain't nothing hellish about this. I put my tounge to equal vigor intending to give her one "O" after another.
I caught her off guard at one moment picking her up in my arms for a sensual and sexual pile driver rubbing my face into every inch of her body until my face and mouth were full of her sticky sweet smoldering Honey". Winnie the Poo only wish he had it so good intsead of having to watch this Christopher Robin go to town inside of his favorite little Honey Pot"
"The Battle of the Messes":
Honey stood in front to the mirror with a look of dismay as she washed off the massacre running down her face and neck. With a smile she said" You're pretty happy with yourself, aren't you?"
I responded, " I told you I was gonna mess you up. Leave it messed up. It's pretty hot. (with a huge grin) Were you expecting some kind of sympathy from me?"
Honey said with a scowl on her face, "Of course you don't mind, I'm pretty sure you're very proud of yourself, aren't you? By the way, you're no longer allowed to see me unless you're the last guy on my shift". Still grinning with the pride of a mission accomplished, I said, "I said I was gonna mess you up and I always keep my promise"
Honey got her revenge as soon as we hit the table fo some DATY and the main event. With evey lick she messed up my hair and smacked my a bright shade of red. Honey took evey opportunity to get even with me and I could not love her anymore for it. I wanted her to smack my ass hard for messing up her hair. I wanted her to pull my hair with each and evey "O". I pleaded with her to ride my face hard during the 69. There's nothing hotter than having your head stuck in her Honey Pot. I'm not sure why the author of Winnie the Poo every thought this to be a act three dilemma. This little bear wanted to stay stuck in her pot, tasting her sweet natural syrup and would've have Maulled anyone trying to take her tasty little pot off his head.
The room was a complete sexual wasteland. Sheets and towels were scattered all about the room. The entire contents of the towel rack were all strewn with the sheets on the floor. Water was dripping everywhere in the room. Lube was splattered on the floor and the walls. "In the process of trying to see who could mess up who more, it was the room that had paid the ultimate price."
On the way out I asked Honey if she was interested in a Molly "Maully" duo. She seemed intrigued by the idea but I would have to convince Molly to come to Revive to make it happen. "I would never ask this since that would offend my other favorite playpen.". Ah-well, I can still daydream about it.
We did leave one face cloth neatly folded in the room and I'm still ticked off about it. Don't worry Honey, I'm coming back for you and that neatly folded little face cloth. There's nothing worse than a job left undone.
"Sweethearts Rule the World"
Cheers and Merry X-Mas Everyone,
- Fiddy
"Let's get ready to Rum-b-l-e!!!!!!" This was the first thing I shouted into the room making sure Honey clearly knew exactly what my attentions were going to be the evening.
She lit up with a smile and asked me, "You're going to ruin my hair for the night aren't you?".
I responded with some theatrics, "I'm gonna mess you up" peaking my head out of the steamy shower door begging for her to get her naked tukas inside for the main event. She stood there smiling and hesitant to hop into the shower. She put a band in her hair to keep it from getting messed up. I getured her to come hither and said in the most cocky of tones, " That ain't gonna make no difference, I'm still gonna mess up your hair. That's just how it is. I ain't apologizing for my behavior.".
Honey said with a gleeful smile on her face, "You're lucky you're my last client for the night"
Down and Dirty fight in the steamy wet Cage:
She had me in a firm neck hold in no time flat slidding her perky little apple bottom across my face. SMAKCK!!!!! BANG!!!! SPLASH!!!!!!!! WHAM!!!!! She kept smacking her firm little bootie cheeks in my face showing me no mery whatsoever ever while she had the little guy in a firm choak hold. With each lick of her tongue she used every trick in the book hoping I would yeild. "Not a chance in Heaven". Ain't nothing hellish about this. I put my tounge to equal vigor intending to give her one "O" after another.
I caught her off guard at one moment picking her up in my arms for a sensual and sexual pile driver rubbing my face into every inch of her body until my face and mouth were full of her sticky sweet smoldering Honey". Winnie the Poo only wish he had it so good intsead of having to watch this Christopher Robin go to town inside of his favorite little Honey Pot"
"The Battle of the Messes":
Honey stood in front to the mirror with a look of dismay as she washed off the massacre running down her face and neck. With a smile she said" You're pretty happy with yourself, aren't you?"
I responded, " I told you I was gonna mess you up. Leave it messed up. It's pretty hot. (with a huge grin) Were you expecting some kind of sympathy from me?"
Honey said with a scowl on her face, "Of course you don't mind, I'm pretty sure you're very proud of yourself, aren't you? By the way, you're no longer allowed to see me unless you're the last guy on my shift". Still grinning with the pride of a mission accomplished, I said, "I said I was gonna mess you up and I always keep my promise"
Honey got her revenge as soon as we hit the table fo some DATY and the main event. With evey lick she messed up my hair and smacked my a bright shade of red. Honey took evey opportunity to get even with me and I could not love her anymore for it. I wanted her to smack my ass hard for messing up her hair. I wanted her to pull my hair with each and evey "O". I pleaded with her to ride my face hard during the 69. There's nothing hotter than having your head stuck in her Honey Pot. I'm not sure why the author of Winnie the Poo every thought this to be a act three dilemma. This little bear wanted to stay stuck in her pot, tasting her sweet natural syrup and would've have Maulled anyone trying to take her tasty little pot off his head.
The room was a complete sexual wasteland. Sheets and towels were scattered all about the room. The entire contents of the towel rack were all strewn with the sheets on the floor. Water was dripping everywhere in the room. Lube was splattered on the floor and the walls. "In the process of trying to see who could mess up who more, it was the room that had paid the ultimate price."
On the way out I asked Honey if she was interested in a Molly "Maully" duo. She seemed intrigued by the idea but I would have to convince Molly to come to Revive to make it happen. "I would never ask this since that would offend my other favorite playpen.". Ah-well, I can still daydream about it.
We did leave one face cloth neatly folded in the room and I'm still ticked off about it. Don't worry Honey, I'm coming back for you and that neatly folded little face cloth. There's nothing worse than a job left undone.
"Sweethearts Rule the World"
Cheers and Merry X-Mas Everyone,
- Fiddy