I have a lot of fantasies about shaving your head but I didn’t work it into a plot yet so this all I’ve got.. [I Love to Fantasise]
Anyway..you’re walking across the desert in the blazing heat (having become homeless for reasons I haven’t decided on yet)..Sweat is running down your olive skin marking a trail in the dust..
I pull up in my bright yellow jeep buggy and scream to a halt in front of you..I see you recognise me as I swing open the passenger door..
“What do you want?” You ask..
“You” I drawl.( I need to be smoking a cigar at some point to make my voice proper raspy but I’m not sure this is it because the kids are still up..)
You get in and we have wild movie sex over every seat in the jeep and because this is movie sex everything is perfect and it’s like the tardis inside and I don’t have to stick my legs out the window and the handbrake doesn’t get stuck up my fou fou and the seats are all wipe cleanable.
At the end of 20 hours of wild movie sex you get out and start walking again. “Hey! Where are you going??” I cry..”it’s over..we’re done” you yell over your shoulder.
I’m pretty sure the next scene would involve me driving straight into you and then reversing over your head at high speed but I’m not sure I want to kill you so soon because I’d rather fantasise about more wild sex..including the hair thing and doing it in a waterfall. So I think I’m just light up a post coital cigar and accelerate past you leaving you for dust.
If I put my foot down I’ll be home in time for Corrie.
I pull up in my bright yellow jeep buggy and scream to a halt in front of you..I see you recognise me as I swing open the passenger door..
“What do you want?” You ask..
“You” I drawl.( I need to be smoking a cigar at some point to make my voice proper raspy but I’m not sure this is it because the kids are still up..)
You get in and we have wild movie sex over every seat in the jeep and because this is movie sex everything is perfect and it’s like the tardis inside and I don’t have to stick my legs out the window and the handbrake doesn’t get stuck up my fou fou and the seats are all wipe cleanable.
At the end of 20 hours of wild movie sex you get out and start walking again. “Hey! Where are you going??” I cry..”it’s over..we’re done” you yell over your shoulder.
I’m pretty sure the next scene would involve me driving straight into you and then reversing over your head at high speed but I’m not sure I want to kill you so soon because I’d rather fantasise about more wild sex..including the hair thing and doing it in a waterfall. So I think I’m just light up a post coital cigar and accelerate past you leaving you for dust.
If I put my foot down I’ll be home in time for Corrie.
