From this blog, if you follow as closely as can be, you are actually peeling deeper and deeper of my inner real self, exposing my deepest fantasies and thoughts. I feel the worst vulnerability here.
Anyway, cut the philosophical crap, I am telling you another fantasy-turn-reality of mine.

Have you ever thought of where did all the airline pens come from? Yeah yeah, from the airlines. But mine is not, not your typical airline pen.
I was trying to fill in the form on my flight to HK but could not locate any pen. I searched high and low but to no avail. So, where could I get one? No way, not from any of the ordinary guys next to me!
I asked politely one of the sweet air stewardess, who has lips resembling Amber Chia's, whether if I could get a pen. With her sexy and pouty lips slightly open, she took a pen out of the apex of her tight fitting batik uniform with a deep V cutting, and said with a sexy husky tone, "sir, you can have this..."
Omigod! With my jaw wide open and saliva dripping all over me, I took the pen in disbelief, still feeling the warm pen in my palm. The faint warmth from her tight cleavage?! Oh my, I have never been so lucky!
I wonder what perfume she is wearing, sniff sniff...
2 comments:
i bet you also caress, fondle and squeeezzzze the pen....you pervert
aiyah - u shld have asked for other things too....
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