Flash forward to June, it's Bonnaroo 2012. Hey! I come from the North where the oceans freeze, but I'm down in hot Tennessee because where Phish goes, I follow. I'm smoking a bowl with my homies when the most beautiful wookie stumbles through our tents selling edibles. Yeah dude, got any shroom chocolates? I follow Wilson to his tent and there's ten other festheads eye-balling my painted titties. They tie me to a chair with a giant clip and hold a piece of paper to my tender nip. I'm forced to suck one while another shoves his dong deep in my hippie hole. I've done FFM before but never MMF, this shit's crazy. Now here comes Wilson, there's only one hole left for him…. and I'm far too high for double penetration. I loosen up the binds where my hands are lashed. When Wilson knows that I’m loose, I'll surely be subjected to some real abuse. Wilson catches me as I try to escape and plops my pussy down on his smelly cock. Oh Wilson, punch you in the eye! I punch the motherfucker like he's Hank fucking Moody.
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Sometimes the feeling is right and you fall in love for the first time. I met Doctor René Jones at Green House after he gave me molly and we poured it in our drinks like Crystal Light. He's Danish and bisexual and loves having his taint licked. Ah yippie yi yoo, ah yippie yi yeah. Because he is a well-traveled man, I shall incorporate condoms into this fantasy. Back at his Tribeca apartment we rip the sweaty clothes off our bodies and giggle manically when we discover we're wearing the same blue American Apparel briefs. We jump up and down on his bed like giddy five-year-olds and then he tackles me and starts tickling my bum-oley. You swept my feet right off the ground, you're the love I found! With Liquid Silk and a Trojan he glides the head of his uncircumcised shaft into my tiny asshole. Ah yippie yi yoo ah. He finishes, rolls over and falls asleep with the condom on. Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, wake up now!"Sound and Vision" by David Bowie
Ahhh.. Doo, doo, doo, do doh. If I had a dollar for every time I've fantasized about David Bowie, I'd be rich enough to buy him as my sex slave. Rather, I'd pay to be his slave, as I am a bottom. "Don't you wonder sometimes, about sound and vision?" I do wonder David, but right now I'm enjoying the sense deprivation I'm experiencing with this ball gag and blindfold you've got on me. Pale blinds drawn all day, nothing to do, nothing to say, except lie here hog-tied while my hero ravages me. I have the Aladdin Sane lightning bolt tattooed on my back, which he enjoys looking at as he plows me from behind. After slowly working his cock in and out, Ziggy pulls out and sprays his stardust all over me. Don't clean me up David, please, just lock me up in a cage and make me wear a collar. I'll be your Diamond Dog forever.Previously – Playlist #1