I'd rather be fucking right now...

Instead of sitting here thinking about fucking,

I'd rather be bent over the counter.

My mini-kilt pushed up, cotton white bikini pulled down to my knees, trembling in anticipation of the next blow of a firm but loving hand.

Shit - now I'm really horny.
 
Instead of sitting here thinking about fucking,

I'd rather be bent over the counter.

My mini-kilt pushed up, cotton white bikini pulled down to my knees, trembling in anticipation of the next blow of a firm but loving hand.

Shit - now I'm really horny.

Now look what you've gone and done to me! Damn
 
The only want that ever trumped fucking was food, and that was only once. I was so hungryyyyyy....
 
I'd rather be fucking...

...than listening to that woman for one more second today.

...than trying to figure out what the hell is going on around here.

...than remembering the fucking I got this morning. :D
 
I'd rather be fucking right now, and not wrong now. About something so fucking important that the police would be outside my apartment - right about now - to fend off the papparrazzi and protect the armored truck that contains my reward money.

After my new bankers left for the night, I'd take a suite at the Presidents' Quarters, a gorgeous old Savannah b&b in the federal style. No, forget the suite. If I'm going to be richer than Donald Trump, I might as well buy the hotel.

After that, I'd like to fuck.

But not right now.
 
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I'd rather be fucking than going to the meeting I have at 1.

Come to think of it, there's a lot of things I'd rather be doing. :rolleyes:
 
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