Spark of Life, wanton sex goddess
Spark of Life's Total Request Live #2
NDC requests: "The best sex you ever had. Other than the sex with me. So really, the second best sex you ever had."
Oh, NDC. I could go on forever about the earth shattering event that was our romp in the hay, but such an endeavor would take up far too long to write. I just don't have the time. The experience was one which I will never be able to equal, and all my future lovers will have you to live up to, we'll just leave it at that. *
I won't go into the "best sex I ever had" for the simple reason that I can't. You can figure that one out for yourselves, people, I'm trying to be tactful, and not announce to the world my state of pleasant untaintedness.
I will, however, describe my ultimate sexual ambition: a menage a trois with David Hyde Pierce and Adrien Brody (while Jon Stewart watches, and Colin Firth video tapes). This will take place in a villa somewhere along the Mediterranean, preferably Florence. They'll be there, waiting for me to arrive with baited breath. And straight from the off, we'll have the sex. No, not sex, we'll FUCK. I'm talking the rough, hair-pulling, up against the wall, screaming until your voice is raw variety of sex; there'll be plenty of time for foreplay later. I figure we can go at that for a while, then I'll give the boys a chance to catch their breath. Jon can give me a full body massage, then we'll take a meal break (we'll need our strength, of course) which David will prepare, skilled cook that he is. Now we can move on to the slow, labrious love-making. Fully romaticized, now. Huge four-poster bed, satin sheet, candles, a string quartet in the background, all the essentials. But it won't be all about me, oh no. I'll give Adrien and David plenty of time to go at it themselves. David, of course, won't have a problem with this, but I'm sure that Adrien would be so far under my spell that he'd do anything to please me. It is me we're talking about of course. That's right. Spark of Life, Wanton Sex Goddess. Once I've gotten my fill of guy-on-guy action, we can go back to me, and the glorious sex will continue on through the night....
* Are you fucking shitting me? NDC lasted about 2 mintues before he was spent, and I swear he went soft halfway through. It was hard to tell, though, because his member was so laughably small I could barely feel a thing. I faked my orgasm the first time, but when he wanted to do it all again, I just didn't even bother. I let him carry on, though; I know he's a poor, lonely man who doesn't get laid much (and with good reason), so I thought I'd try and help him out.
Consider that payback for this.
3 Comments:
Touche.
On a side note, someone is not having the full college experience if you've made it this far and remained, um, untainted.
I suggest drinking heavily.
Your catch-all remedy for everything, hm?
Flu: drink
Exam tomorrow: drink
Drowned a girl in a fountain: drink
Oh, you.
I've been plotting my revenge for a while.
That has to be really awkward for the people in the quartet. Musicians don't get paid enough for that kind of shit.
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