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____/ alan.yunick@xxxxxxxxx on Friday 05 October 2007 23:57 : \____
> On Oct 5, 6:42 pm, "Gordon Glover" <glo...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>> It was going to be a late day at the IT department. Our HTML directory had
>> become mixed up with the sectors that control the server farm. The servers
>> were acting up and needed to be recompiled before I could go home.
>>
>> Becky and I would have to spend the entire evening loading 8 1/2 inch floppy
>> disks into the hard drive. This was going to take forever. "What a bitch" I
>> exclaimed. Becky sat up straight in her airfoil office chair. "Not you" I
>> said with a laugh "This assignment is going to take all night." I'll be up
>> until 3 in the morning doing it.
>>
>> "I wish I could have a man that would stay up until 3 in the morning doing
>> it" Becky said. She was a heck of a tease. I told her that if she stayed
>> here with me I would do my best to keep it going. Becky thought that would
>> be fun. We quickly grabbed the bottle of Cuban Rum that I keep in my desk
>> for late night work.
>>
>> After a few drinks and few floppy disks had been magnafluxed we were having
>> a good time. Becky's long dark hair was sexy as well. She had undone her
>> hair it was draping down by her chest. I love long haired women and Becky
>> sure was beautiful. We started to kiss very passionately.
>>
>> I started to undress Becky. I took off her panties, then her panty hose, her
>> skirt, and then her belt. My swollen man-meat was too much for her to resist
>> so I thrust it into her. I rode her for all I was worth while she screamed
>> like a monkey on crack.
>>
>> After we were done with the dirty deed I zipped up and went to the mens room
>> to wash my manhood. Boy did I regret that trip. It smelled like someone died
>> in that shithouse. Man, I can't believe the paint wasn't peeling off the
>> walls. Someone must have taken a massive dump right before I arrived. Even
>> the toilet was plugged with a wads of crap-stained toilet paper on the
>> surface and possibly a huge turd underneath.
>>
>> I started to breath out of my mouth so that I could last long enough to get
>> out of there but I started to taste the wretched filth. I was trying to wash
>> my member when it all started to become too much. I wanted to puke.
>> Actually, I didn't want to puke, the puke wanted to well up within me and
>> spurt out of my mouth. I started to panic. Where was I going to hurl? I
>> couldn't get any closer to that shit-can. It was the root of the problem. I
>> had my man meat hanging over the edge of the sink and I didn't want to puke
>> on that. I grabbed for the waste basket. Immediately the vomit was looking
>> for an exit and it found it.
>>
>> I started to puke out of my mouth and nose. It was mostly the taco bell
>> tacos I had eaten for lunch. I could feel the hard shells up in my sinuses
>> as the vomit flowed into the waste bin. I washed my hands and went home.
>>
>> Boy was that hot!
>
> Nobody is interested in your latest submission for Creative Writing
> 101, Roy Schestowitz student at University of Manchester.
> http://www.manchester.ac.uk/
>
> I think you are starting to go off the deep end, Roy Schestowitz.
Still replying to your own fake fantasy posts, Gary Stewart (flatfish)?
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