So hot. The air is so thick. Scantily-clad people everywhere. Men with deep tans and makeshift sleeveless shirts. Or bare chested. Going commando in some thin shorts. Showing off their tatts. Ladies with the sundresses and no need for undergarments. Getting perky when they come indoors. Smooth skin begging to be touched. The joggers with their firm summer asses. Hot pants that barely cover the cheeks. The mussed-up hairdos. The smell of suntan lotion. Sweaty people inhaling each other's pheromones. The hungry stares. The incoherent attempts at flirting. The need to hook up. The urge to get freaky. The longing for a summer fling.
Oh, to be young again....
Monday, July 25, 2005
Gettin hot
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Two things:
1) You ARE actually quite young. Please go out and hook up and have the exotic, furious sex.
2) Jack Costanzo could play bongos like nobody's business. His beats were so hot that he was called "Mr. Bongo." Your collection would thank you for picking up one of his CDs. I'm very serious.
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