Ok, Lit readers...
Grab a beer.
Have a seat, chill, relax and accept my apologies. See, I tried writing a 750 word story but, turns out, that's a complicated task I couldn't do. Alot, and I mean TONS, of sex needed editing out.
Here's the relevant backstory you need to know: I'm an admitted hound of a dawg. I fuck for pleasure and so do the terrible people around me that pass as friends.
It's midnight, my cell rings and all I hear is, "Mmmmmmghhh, yes, Daddy! Sluuuurrrrrp!"
"That's right, deepthroat my dick! Take it all, goddamnit!"
I recognize the man's voice, it's Eightball, and it's payback time.
"Guess who's bobbin?" he whispers, but he's far too excited to wait for any reply, "It's Dean Wormer's wife!"
Back-and-forth it's been like this since he discovered I fucked his sister. Ok, and also, then his aunt. See, I'm suave style with substance and Eightball was all thug but, I've got to give him credit, this notch in his belt was pretty impressive.
He'd upped the ante and I needed to best him with something he could never top - a fuck that required a refined, more delicate touch. I needed to find the black man's unicorn: Asian pussy!
Let's be honest, livin in Alabama, speakin fuckin English is a struggle. Ain't no damn Asian studies nowhere at Wormer's college. Where and how was I gonna find that kinda poontang? I needed luck. I needed Asian pussy to fall into my lap.
Enter, the assaliciously gifted, Thuy Tran!
