Weekend Journal 9-3-12: Bobbie (NSFW Image)

3 Sep

Nikol, here’s a picture of that girl whose ass was eating her panties that she was wearing as a bathing suit, being reamed by a French guy.  It turned into an MMF three way where he was fucking her and she was sucking me off but I couldn’t get a boner because of cocaine.  There was a weird moment where the dude kind of grabbed onto my back for support.  I believe it was his way of saying “hey, would you like to turn this a little gay?”  I was able to communicate “no” via body language without pulling my back out from under his hand and causing him to fall over. The whole thing was really very polite.

Thanks to reader R. Lee for providing a WordPress-friendly censored version of this image.

She fucked everybody.  Everybody.  It was a massacre. She was there to get fucked by as many random guys as possible I think.  I had her alone in the bathroom for a second and she kept grabbing my dick, and of course it was an acorn from cocaine.  Instead I just talked to her.  She was telling me that she had joined a church.  She was seeking help from them.  Counseling, to help overcome her sex addiction.  That was before I fucked her face while the French guy was reaming her.  His name was Pierre.  Really a very nice guy.  We talked about Michel Houellebecq; he really understood his books.  I would like to discuss literature with him again.

There are people you can only bring into your life when you have cocaine.  We had been noticing her all day.  By the pool.  She was wearing panties as bikini bottoms and her left nipple kept popping out of her top.  She had a color tattoo of  a carp covering her whole back.  Her ass was eating the panties, sucking the lace and neon pink satin up into her asshole; maybe it would emerge from her mouth as an endless string of handkerchiefs.  Or a bird or something.

She was hanging out in the band’s room. Dirty band people and the vacant-eyed beautiful nineteen year old girls who hang on them; people putting out cigarettes on the carpet. I went up to her and asked if she wanted a bump, and then took her by the arm back to Frank’s room.  She did a line and immediately just took all her clothes off.  Rubbing on me and Frank, making out.  It wasn’t clear what to do vis a vis bro code.  One of us was going to fuck her, but we both kind of wanted to yield to the other guy.  It was Frank’s birthday.  But the whole thing seemed so weird.  I mean, shit like this never happens.  I thought maybe she was a hooker.  She would fuck us, and then tell us we owed her a bunch of money that some large bald black man or former Soviet Bloc type would then collect menacingly.  From her walking in the room to getting naked and putting her pussy in Frank’s face was forty five seconds.

Perfect porn star body.  I never jerk off to porn where the girls have fake tits and tattoos and both navel and vaginal piercings and bleach blonde hair but in person it was really something.  She clearly exercised regularly.  She kept asking us to rate her 1 to 10.  I said 9.3.  Don’t overgame.  Her face kind of resembled the hot version of Flo from Progressive insurance but I did not factor that into the rating.  She was really understanding about sucking my flaccid cocaine penis.  Girls who do this, you are saints, all of you.   She said I was a 7.

She is a registered nurse. Her day job is giving people botox.  She is the type of girl  where as soon as you meet her you start counting down to when she brings up astrology. You can only get girls like this in your life if you have cocaine, and if you have cocaine you can’t get a boner. Even when you are fucking her face while an athletic young Frenchman is forcefully pounding her pussy. This was the first time I had had a threesome of this sort.  I tried to make myself erect by watching him fuck her, pretending it was a sort of live performance of porn.  As you would imagine she was good at sucking cock.  No matter. The penis is cruel.

The night became following her around as she went to various rooms and fucked various men.  I walked in on a guy eating her out back in the band’s room. A cockblock so egregious that in a just world I would have been executed, but I invited them both back for cocaine. Drunk guy walking around a Hollywood hotel with a big bag of great free cocaine following a hot naked chick  giving out free pussy.  Our room was popular.  A girl came in with a big fancy camera.  A real photographer.  There are now dozens of professional quality photographs of me naked with this woman.  The girl wanted to bring the photographer into another threesome but the photographer was the type of reserved British person who narrates documentaries on PBS.  What the fuck was she doing photographing naked coked out slobs.  Who the fuck are all these people and where do they come from.  How the fuck am I even here.  I work in a fucking office.  I use Microsoft Excel regularly.

She sucked the French guy off and he ate her pussy.  When he was ready to fuck she asked him for a condom. She kept saying it– we need a condom.  She was bent over the counter.  He asked me where he might find a condom and I said just put it in.  That was the worst thing I did that night.  But he did, and as girls always do, she forgot about the issue. He took a break and went into the bathroom.  I fingerfucked her.  Made out with her, with my dry mushy cocaine mouth.  She was game about that too. I  had brought another prospect back to the room earlier, a little monkey faced chick with a yoga body; with her I was self conscious about the thick white strands of cocaine saliva roping my lips together.  But this girl understood.  She knew the score. Who was her father.  What did he do to her.

I took a cab back to Echo Park.  It was 10:15 when I got home.

10 Responses to “Weekend Journal 9-3-12: Bobbie (NSFW Image)”

  1. odds September 3, 2012 at 6:41 pm #

    u wot m8

  2. R. Lee September 3, 2012 at 7:34 pm #

    Meanwhile, on Saturday night, after I couldn’t get back to sleep after getting a bunch of drunk texts from L.A. and then more drunk emails from the East Coast, I induced myself to get a boner, dry humped the girl in bed next to me until she woke up, deposited my sperm, and used the exhaustion that follows after ejaculation to go back to sleep.

  3. pffffffftttsssssssiimmbllllllddddddnnnnnnnnn September 3, 2012 at 7:35 pm #

    Just remember, buddy:

  4. Anonymous September 3, 2012 at 7:42 pm #

    All those women on the Metro North hollering “YOLO” ain’t got nothing on Mr. Tacos.

  5. Jake September 3, 2012 at 9:36 pm #

    That was inspirational. Inspirational in a I’m-going-out-and-buying-a-bag-of-coke sort of way. But then, I live in a place where coke is really expensive, shitty, and hard to find, but high grade heroin is dirt cheap. What would DT do?

    • R. Lee September 3, 2012 at 10:08 pm #

      Cambodia is known for outstanding, cheap whorehouses. Go there. Party.

      Cambodia is also known for outstanding, cheap opium. Go to the whorehouse. Ask your chosen provider for some. If you offer enough cash, she will obtain it for you. Party.

      Cambodia is also known for outstanding, cheap freshwater fish and spices. Pig out some grilled fish with spices. Party.

      Hope this helps.

      • Jake September 5, 2012 at 2:59 am #

        I’m already there/here.

  6. Anonymous September 5, 2012 at 6:27 pm #

    totally don’t get it; you’re righting used too inspire me but know not any more.

    • Anonymous September 7, 2012 at 8:07 pm #

      “Righting”? “Know not any more”? Fucking retard.

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