Intoxicated
Just one seductive glance from those piercing Hypnotiq eyes made all the fellas want to inch and divide in between that Hot Saki. So, when she shot me those sexy Champagne glazed eyes, it was Pure Ecstasy as I could feel her Southern Comfort. So, I got cocky.
I entered my Smooth Operator mode and felt powered like an Incredible Hulk because I knew she had watched me watch her petite little Apple Martini body from the moment she entered the spot. My thoughts and sights were Everclear as if I had taken eye drops and I was lost in a trance like a Zombie taking Tequila shots.
So, I told Brandy, the bartender, to drop whatever she was doing and send her a Love Potion #9. I figured the kool-aid, Vodka and White Rum with a few alcoholic lines would be my Panty Dropper in time and convince her to be mine.
And it did the trick. The plan didn’t go Amaretto Sour and within the half hour, the next thing I knew was me and this lil’ Almond Chocolate Coffee chick was sipping and drinking while I was really thinking about going to Long Island and having Sex on the Beach. But since our inebriated conversation was Foreplay on the Neutral Ground, I decided to keep it a secret to me that I wanted to make her Hershey Squirt for me.
Though, after a while of consumption of the Poison, I could tell her Poontang was getting Moet by minute because she was getting a little Frisky. I was also feeling like a horny Mad Dog, harder than Ciroc, from the concoction the bartender had sent me. It had me thinking about that Fuzzy Thing even more after it sneaked up like Sangria and hit me.
She then eased up out of her seat and said, “Come with me. I want you to Fuck Me like a Beast.” My Mojito rose quickly as I got to my feet. I guess she knew I wanted to see the Busch of that Butt-naked Kiwi and be her Screwdriver in between the sheets.
So, I told my homeboys, E & J to tell my other friends Jack Daniels and Paul Masson who were dazed from the Purple Haze that I was leaving to be naughty. And, after she finished a glass of Lemon Bacardi, she also told her home girl, Alize´ that she was leaving the party.
It was like a Fairytale; we tipped Jose Cuervo for parking and jumped in her Formula 3 Thunderbird and headed through the Boones Farm to her home. And when she did a Mudslide to a stop, I knew she was really in the zone and ready for me to put my Delmonico into her Fruit Cocktail from the anticipation she had shown.
I felt like a king on my throne. She slid off her Pink Panties and that little Vixen had begun to Wild Sex me, XXX, like a Wild Turkey on a Grey Goose and we were knocking Crystal vases to the ground. I then made her wine cooler sounds as I stroked like a Red Bull to the pound of the thunder and White Lightning from the rain that was falling all around.
It was Tropical Lust and I could soon feel her Zaza about to bust as I licked and sucked her Buttery Nipple to aid in that Triple sec Tsunami flush. And the Arctic Kiss she gave me from those Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri lips even made me blush as I sloshed through her Fruit Lush.
Her Tonic Water rushed from within her Sweet Vermouth like foam out of a Budweiser bottle. I was now humping Full Throttle. And the bitter beer face she suddenly made would have disqualified her from any show she would’ve tried to model.
Then, we were done. And when she stood up, her legs were so week she couldn’t do anything but wobble to the kitchen to make her some sort of elixir that looked like a Tanguray Margarita. And, I just laid there…still lost in a daze, still drunk from the night I had made with this sexy mamacita.
I entered my Smooth Operator mode and felt powered like an Incredible Hulk because I knew she had watched me watch her petite little Apple Martini body from the moment she entered the spot. My thoughts and sights were Everclear as if I had taken eye drops and I was lost in a trance like a Zombie taking Tequila shots.
So, I told Brandy, the bartender, to drop whatever she was doing and send her a Love Potion #9. I figured the kool-aid, Vodka and White Rum with a few alcoholic lines would be my Panty Dropper in time and convince her to be mine.
And it did the trick. The plan didn’t go Amaretto Sour and within the half hour, the next thing I knew was me and this lil’ Almond Chocolate Coffee chick was sipping and drinking while I was really thinking about going to Long Island and having Sex on the Beach. But since our inebriated conversation was Foreplay on the Neutral Ground, I decided to keep it a secret to me that I wanted to make her Hershey Squirt for me.
Though, after a while of consumption of the Poison, I could tell her Poontang was getting Moet by minute because she was getting a little Frisky. I was also feeling like a horny Mad Dog, harder than Ciroc, from the concoction the bartender had sent me. It had me thinking about that Fuzzy Thing even more after it sneaked up like Sangria and hit me.
She then eased up out of her seat and said, “Come with me. I want you to Fuck Me like a Beast.” My Mojito rose quickly as I got to my feet. I guess she knew I wanted to see the Busch of that Butt-naked Kiwi and be her Screwdriver in between the sheets.
So, I told my homeboys, E & J to tell my other friends Jack Daniels and Paul Masson who were dazed from the Purple Haze that I was leaving to be naughty. And, after she finished a glass of Lemon Bacardi, she also told her home girl, Alize´ that she was leaving the party.
It was like a Fairytale; we tipped Jose Cuervo for parking and jumped in her Formula 3 Thunderbird and headed through the Boones Farm to her home. And when she did a Mudslide to a stop, I knew she was really in the zone and ready for me to put my Delmonico into her Fruit Cocktail from the anticipation she had shown.
I felt like a king on my throne. She slid off her Pink Panties and that little Vixen had begun to Wild Sex me, XXX, like a Wild Turkey on a Grey Goose and we were knocking Crystal vases to the ground. I then made her wine cooler sounds as I stroked like a Red Bull to the pound of the thunder and White Lightning from the rain that was falling all around.
It was Tropical Lust and I could soon feel her Zaza about to bust as I licked and sucked her Buttery Nipple to aid in that Triple sec Tsunami flush. And the Arctic Kiss she gave me from those Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri lips even made me blush as I sloshed through her Fruit Lush.
Her Tonic Water rushed from within her Sweet Vermouth like foam out of a Budweiser bottle. I was now humping Full Throttle. And the bitter beer face she suddenly made would have disqualified her from any show she would’ve tried to model.
Then, we were done. And when she stood up, her legs were so week she couldn’t do anything but wobble to the kitchen to make her some sort of elixir that looked like a Tanguray Margarita. And, I just laid there…still lost in a daze, still drunk from the night I had made with this sexy mamacita.
She was a fluid flowing orgasm that could give an Absolut spasm to intoxicated eyes. A Cognac-toned Tennessee Whiskey model with the bottom half of a Hennessy bottle and luscious red-bone thick thighs.
It was dark and raining outside about 1:51 at Club Nuvo on Bourbon street, about a month before the Hurricane, and I was just sitting with pride real far at the back of the bar sipping Gin and Juice when this sinning fruit from Malibu that looked like a Bahama Mama by the name of Pina Colada draped in Cosmopolitan Prada coasted by my side. With Remy Red lips and Crown Royal hips in her stride, I just wanted to get her in my Arctic Red ride to glide to over my adventurous home to get a double shot of her Citrus Patron so our flavors could mix and collide.
It was dark and raining outside about 1:51 at Club Nuvo on Bourbon street, about a month before the Hurricane, and I was just sitting with pride real far at the back of the bar sipping Gin and Juice when this sinning fruit from Malibu that looked like a Bahama Mama by the name of Pina Colada draped in Cosmopolitan Prada coasted by my side. With Remy Red lips and Crown Royal hips in her stride, I just wanted to get her in my Arctic Red ride to glide to over my adventurous home to get a double shot of her Citrus Patron so our flavors could mix and collide.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)