Monday, April 13, 2015

The village idiot of Las Vegas wastes five minutes of dirty talk on Roxy.

Yesterday I notice a text message from Roxy's number - it reads -- "Coming to town for the weekend. Call your Chinese buddies and have them get me a hotel room." - I send back a text reading -- "No problem Babe. What time are you going to be in town? I will be there to greet you with open arms."

A few minutes pass and the phone rings...it was Roxy - "Babe," I say as I answer, "I am so glad you are coming to town. I miss you like crazy and am looking forward to seeing you again," there was silence after my statement - so I say yet again, "Babe, I can't wait to see you. I have been thinking about you constantly. We will have a great time when you come to town!"

After getting no response the second time I start to remember a game we use to play (she would tell me to talk dirty while she kept quiet. It's a real fun game) - "I know what you are doing," I tell her with a sly tone, "You want me to talk dirty to you," I then begin to rattle off every sexual innuendo under the sun - "When you come to town I am going to rip off all your clothes the moment I see you - after that I am going to stick my face in your honey hole for a few hours - after that I am going to throw you on top of me for another hour - after that we are going to do it in the shower - after that I am going to order room service -- and then we will repeat the process again & again!"

A good five minutes of dirty talk passes - and then I say -- "What do you think about that? Huh, I know you are a naughty girl," still there is no response. I then hang up figuring she had her fix. A few minutes later I send another text asking what she thought of the diatribe. I immediately receive a text back reading - "?...I must have accidentally butt dialed you. Can you get me the room?" I text back - "Yes," she sends back a smiley face emoticon and adds - "I will call you Thursday - Thanks."


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