Insufflation nation

Wooooooooo.

I met my man at the spot tonight. Grabbed a gram of blow and an 8th of AK-47 herbal medicine.

Got home and dialed up a little something xTx squirted out recently.

Smoked a quick bowl and chilled the fuck out.

Chopped some lines and snorted up the first two.

OK hello. Now this is what I'm talking about. I am fucking HIGH. I can feel cool sensations running up and down my arms. My cock is as hard as a rock.

I read words while this slattern--what's your name again, honey?--Hillary Scott is giving it all she's got on a room full of big-dicked homies in "Orgy World 10." Yes, we're back to that one again.

This is that scary-good blow that just makes you feel goooooood. There's no sketch at all. Jesus where did HE get this shit? I gotta make sure he holds me at least a ball of this batch.

xTx made me cum

There are a lot of reasons why I write these words. One of the main reasons is xTx.

When she showed up this afternoon unannounced and unexpected, I kind of freaked. Here I was feeling like I was alone and who’s been standing around the corner at least for a minute? The goddess herself.

Needless to say, her presence was more than a little overwhelming. What were words on a page became flesh, mutating into what seemed like an army of gorgeous women, who descended on me like those vampire whores consumed Keanu Reeves in that Dracula movie.

They took what they wanted from me as she looked on silently. But it was her gaze that did it. Well, that and the fact she never once looked away as she approached, pulled my head back and then every so slowly drooled a huge, thick rope of spit into my mouth that she had two of her words-turned-sex-minions hold it open for her.

Seeing her watching me like this was all it took, and cum and energy flowed from my balls so freely and couldn’t help but let out a shocked groan of disbelief mixed with immeasurable pleasure.

Thank you, xTx. Words cannot describe the endless joy you so graciously bestow on us. But I will do my best to show my appreciation in other, more primal ways. And know that there are always endless lines of blow and bowls packed with the kindest bud at your disposal. Always. In your honor, I snort the last line of the night.

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