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Casto Street Fair III (the goods)

you know it was a messy day when you come home drunk beyond belief, feeling like you are getting home just before sunrise and the clock has just stuck midnight. luckily I remember everything that happened... or at least I keep telling myself that. There were so many images emblazoned on my retinas and memory most of the other stuff sort of falls into the shadows.

I spent the day with skibumca, his Ex Joe, and also Megan. I also met up with sabaoth / bete_lumineux and 3appleshigh and had a few drinks during the day with them, but little did Malakai and I know where the day would take us...

bete_lumineux, skibumca, joe and I ended the evening at the Metro where we were introduce to a Raspberry Russian (white russian with Raspberry vodka). Canada tells me that he had one when he wasn't already torn to shreds in the winds of alcohol and to a more aware palette it tastes like strawberry quick. He said it like Strawberry Quick was a bad thing.

Moments before we were to taste our first Raspberry Russian Canada let out a gasp, "look at those tits, those tits are amazing." He had been watching them from over a block away. As the tits got close, we began to do as all men do when they are drunk and see really huge tits! We became obnoxiously loud, whistling, cat calling and praising those pillows we don't have. So of course she came up stairs and joined us on the balcony where we immediately bought her a drink!

"My name is Darlene, and don't you forget it!" she commanded. That will never happen. Within the first five minutes she had produced her latest purchase, a massively huge black dildo. Darlene started to slap her face with it and rub it tauntingly into her mouth. She slapped a few of us with it as well before she shoved it between her giant tits and dared us boys to full it out with our mouths. What us boys did in a haze of alcohol is not really that important. too much blushing might cause rosatia for all I know! what is important is what sweet innocent Darlene did moment latter...

she slammed that Giant black dildo down on the stood and eased herself right on down the whole thing, right in front of us. As a man that has never had sex with woman or seen a vagina in use, I was shocked... with a smile on my face. I think I screamed, "Oh, my God!" Darlene went at it there slower and faster working her way to deep breaths and moans right in front of us. The silent boy she had in tow became too excited and decided to pull his goods out an join her. My smile grew more agape, and I'm sure I started to laugh as I took pictures... Which will probably be coming soon.

Feel Good Hit of the Fall - !!! - !!!


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Oct. 8th, 2004 05:27 pm (UTC)
I was wondering when you were going to post about this!

Ahhhhh, Darlene. I don't quite remember the Raspberry Russians but I do remember Darlene. There are some nights I can't believe what transpires. Had we been anywhere other than the Metro with yours truly holding his coat open like it was a great pair of leather wings to block the view of such iniquitous events unfolding before the innocent eyes of the bar staff I can only imagine how much more the scene would have sunk into debauchery.

Thank god I was spared most of the scene by forcing myself only to view it from your camera's preview screen.

I wonder when next we'll run into sweet, plump-breasted Darlene.
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:39 pm (UTC)
The picture you took is far more disturbing than any of mine. truly a picture of the divine. I am going to try to post them up to the web tonight.
Oct. 12th, 2004 12:50 pm (UTC)
You weren't getting the angles right... for all we knew she was just slipping it between her thighs. I wanted definitive proof! *grin*

And I so felt like Hermoine, using a mirror (camera view screen) to avoid the basilisk's gaze. *shiver*
Oct. 8th, 2004 06:56 pm (UTC)
oh dear... photos are much needed (hehehe).
Oct. 8th, 2004 11:03 pm (UTC)
OMFG...Somtimes you just gotta love SF. ;)
Oct. 9th, 2004 03:29 am (UTC)
That's the kind of story that people from Ireland (like little old me) think happens in San Francisco every day. Wild, shocking, and debauched. And compelling.

I think an "Oh My GOD!" would have been my response too.
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:45 pm (UTC)
How did you know my last name started with a Mc
Hee hee!

I wonder what Malakai (bete_lumineux /sabaoth) said... in his increasingly thick Irish accent. I was too wrapped up in the scene to pay attention to what anyone else said. I love how people get their accents back when they drink!
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