That's funny, she thought to herself, I'm usually very good at remembering phone numbers. While she left a message on his voice-mail, she noticed that her clit had begun to peak out from under its hood. She realized that she'd have to celebrate this rare occurence by spending some quality time with it.
"Well," thought Soleil, "I might as well enjoy my day of lounging around."
She rolled a joint from the bag of pot in her nightstand and lay on the bed to relax.
An orgasm or two later, Soleil headed for the kitchen to get some equipment to improve her day. By the afternoon, the novelty of the cucumber had worn off so she thought she'd play around with sliding her slick pussy along the leather couch in her living room. But somehow it didn't do anything for her. She realized she needed another pill. Better take two she thought to herself, if I don't, I'll have to interrupt things to take another one. She was pretty sure that made sense.
Three pills later, (then I won't need to take anymore today she reasoned), she had found the perfect way to make the sofa more interesting.
She spruced-up that experience by adding some olive oil to make the cushions a little more slippery. The olive oil reminded her of the butter scene from Last Tango in Paris. As she was sprawled on the greasy sofa, stuffing a carrot into her lubed-up ass, she realized how huge her tits were becoming. These pills are the best ever she thought. She lit another joint.
Tue Nov 28 14:03:00 2000