deathstriker: "Dear diary.
Yesterday Mr.--- had phoned me, offering a "business" meeting. Since I am out of a job again, after one of the cooks caught me spitting in some assholes burger, I decided to go for it. After getting myself all sexy we meet in our usual place in the main city park. Mr.--- asked me if I want to take a ride in his car. No problem I said. Knowing this guys fetish for roleplay and him being a TV producer on top of that, I knew he had some stupid idea in his head again. We drove pretty far out of town and turned off the main road into some forest dirt road. Wasnt really surprised about the out-to-nowhere drive, since I have known him for a while, and his fantasies drove me to some odder locations a few times before. After a couple of minutes we stopped at a secluded clearing in the forest wild. We got out of the vehicle, he opened the cars trunk and took out of it a black foil bag. He gave it to me. When I looked inside I saw a wicker basket full of red sex toys, a long red cape and a small red heart-shaped thong... oh, and did I mention that Mr.--- is a pretty big wolf? Cliche, or however you write that, to the max! So the Big-Bad-TV-Producer-Wolf, pounded the life out of the ever wet cunt of Little-Red-Grown-Up-Riding-Hood, they both had a picnic, he paid her for the fun and after that he drove her home. THE END.
Christ, I wonder what he will come up with next. Snow White? Nah, we did that already. Instead of a wake up kiss he jammed his cock down my throat, such a prince charming."
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Yesterday Mr.--- had phoned me, offering a "business" meeting. Since I am out of a job again, after one of the cooks caught me spitting in some assholes burger, I decided to go for it. After getting myself all sexy we meet in our usual place in the main city park. Mr.--- asked me if I want to take a ride in his car. No problem I said. Knowing this guys fetish for roleplay and him being a TV producer on top of that, I knew he had some stupid idea in his head again. We drove pretty far out of town and turned off the main road into some forest dirt road. Wasnt really surprised about the out-to-nowhere drive, since I have known him for a while, and his fantasies drove me to some odder locations a few times before. After a couple of minutes we stopped at a secluded clearing in the forest wild. We got out of the vehicle, he opened the cars trunk and took out of it a black foil bag. He gave it to me. When I looked inside I saw a wicker basket full of red sex toys, a long red cape and a small red heart-shaped thong... oh, and did I mention that Mr.--- is a pretty big wolf? Cliche, or however you write that, to the max! So the Big-Bad-TV-Producer-Wolf, pounded the life out of the ever wet cunt of Little-Red-Grown-Up-Riding-Hood, they both had a picnic, he paid her for the fun and after that he drove her home. THE END.
Christ, I wonder what he will come up with next. Snow White? Nah, we did that already. Instead of a wake up kiss he jammed his cock down my throat, such a prince charming."
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