Last night I watched about a third of Tron with Millard. For some fucked up reason, the DVD freaked out (twice) at the point where Flynn is talking to RAM in the cell block right after he gets digitized. Oddly enough, the digitizing of the disc screwed up, and all these odd colored blocks were all over the screen while the inverted movie played in the background. Like I said, fucked up.
So, after getting sick of that real quick, I popped in Spider-man and we watched that. Millard fell asleep on the couch…
After the first snore, I slowly approached him like the prowling cat that I am. First came the sweaty palms, then the salivation as I touched the zipper on his pants. He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted, but didn’t wake.
My eyes glazed over. As I unzipped his pants, I dropped my zipper too. The both of us were going to have a religious experience together. Only one of us would be awake to know it, though.
My thighs pulsed with ratcheting of each tooth on his fly. At one point, I passed out only to wake up to the cat dry-humping my leg as I lay on the floor next to the couch. I only lost about ten minutes, and could still complete my mission before the sun came up.
Click, click, click. Then, victory.
My eyes flared open as his monster, elephant-trunk like cock flopped out onto the coffee table, cracking one of the legs with the weight. I laughed aloud and then nervously caught myself before I irritated the sleeping pachyderm. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a butter knife, and, with one hand buried up to my wrist in my Hanes, sprinted back to the living room. Flipping the butter knife over so I was holding the blade, I poked the snake with the handle of the knife. I also smacked it a couple of times.
So, I bit it.
I awoke three hours later with a headache. The butter knife lay on the floor next to the couch, and Millard was asleep, pants fully fastened.
I’m not sure if it was a dream or real. I don’t think I should tell anyone, just in case.
Sick Thought of the Day: Did you not read the above blog?