Mani: "Then somebody came burstin through the bedroom door. It was Robin. She said Morris Day and The Time were downstairs. Wendy & Lisa got up from the bed and put their clothes on and left out the room w/ Robin and went downstairs. I heard alot of arguing downstairs. I got up from under the bed and peeped downstairs just in time to see The Time tryna help Morris get his foot out of Robin Power's ass. I didn't wanna intervene so I climbed out of a window, grew some wings and flew all the way to Denise's place."
Prince: "That was all a dream though. Why was it so important that you wake me up and tell me?" Mani: "If it was really all just a dream, how do you explain this feather, this hickey w/ lipstick on my shoulder and that life-sized wooded statue of you over there?" Prince: *shocked* "WTF!!!" If art really imiates life, what happens when art takes on a life of its own and becames reality. The present is the future. The future is the past. The past is present. This isn't the Twilight Zone. This is what its like...in the Dream Factory. [Edited 2/27/05 19:00pm] Onion Juice appears courtesy of Streethop.com | |
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OnionJuice said: Mani: "Then somebody came burstin through the bedroom door. It was Robin. She said Morris Day and The Time were downstairs. Wendy & Lisa got up from the bed and put their clothes on and left out the room w/ Robin and went downstairs. I heard alot of arguing downstairs. I got up from under the bed and peeped downstairs just in time to see The Time tryna help Morris get his foot out of Robin Power's ass. I didn't wanna intervene so I climbed out of a window, grew some wings and flew all the way to Denise's place."
Prince: "That was all a dream though. Why was it so important that you wake me up and tell me?" Mani: "If it was really all just a dream, how do you explain this feather, this hickey w/ lipstick on my shoulder and that life-sized wooded statue of you over there?" Prince: *shocked* "WTF!!!" If art really imiates life, what happens when art takes on a life of its own and becames reality. The present is the future. The future is the past. The past is present. This isn't the Twilight Zone. This is what its like...in the Dream Factory. [Edited 2/27/05 19:00pm] you have one hell of an imagination I tell you that.....that is so good! I love it.....nice last paragraph btw.... ------;;;;;' | |
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OnionJuice said: Prince: "That was all a dream though. Why was it so important that you wake me up and tell me?" Mani: "If it was really all just a dream, how do you explain this feather, this hickey w/ lipstick on my shoulder and that life-sized wooded statue of you over there?" Prince: *shocked* "WTF!!!" If art really imiates life, what happens when art takes on a life of its own and becames reality. The present is the future. The future is the past. The past is present. This isn't the Twilight Zone. This is what its like...in the Dream Factory. [Edited 2/27/05 19:00pm] Brilliant | |
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Best story so far!!! The next story should be: Prince-An Easter Story: How a Jehova's Witness can Accidentally save Easter | |
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AsianBomb777 said: Best story so far!!! The next story should be: Prince-An Easter Story: How a Jehova's Witness can Accidentally save Easter Interesting. You start. | |
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OnionJuice said: Mani begins....
"We were in a hotel bedroom, in bed having sex, when the suddenly when Mayte, Jill Jones, Ingrid Chavez, Apollonia and Robin Power all came bursting through the door wearing nothing about dominatrix attire and strap-on dildos. Mayte said "You abandoned us and left us without careers, Prince! Now we want revenge! We're gonna screw your lil wifey here just like you screwed us. After we're done with her, you're next..."Kid"! But first we want you to watch." They grabbed you and tied you up to a chair with the bed sheets and Jill gags you with her panties. Robin Power grabs me by the hair and saids "Give me some sugar, bitch" then sticks her tounge in mouth and swirls it around and sucks the wetness out of my mouth, then slams back down on the bed. I could feel the smugded traces of her dark lipstick on my lips. Then she stood up in the bed with bottles of wine and poored it all over me. Ingrid lifted both my legs in the air and Apples slid in right underneath me and I felt the warm moisture of her taunting whispers in my right ear. And Jill set down on my chest and vaginal-scented rubbed fingers across my lips while she held a camcorder in my face. And..... Holy Shit. GlamSlamKid...The resident clown on Prince.orgy
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