It was a bright and shiny and sunny day, but it was about to get brighter, shinier, an sunnier. Sam and I walked into a fancy store feeling fancy and there we beheld a beauty of beauties.
This girl didn't need an application and much less a resume to work anywhere! At least, in my humble opinion, I wouldn't think so. She probably just walked in there to shop and the manager probably came out running saying, "I'll pay you to work here! I'll pay you to work here!" Shit, I'd hire her to do ANYTHING or NOTHING... which ever she wanted.
We were walking comfortably in our own manner and gait, but as soon as we saw her she affected everything and we began walking more gentlemanly. She affected everything. Everything everywhere was brighter and more beautiful and more colorful... life was grander and I finally understood God's beauty. Everything made sense and I understood why we should all love our neighbors and not say things like: fuck, shit, asshole, bitch, shit-for-brains, pussy, dick, punk bitch, etc. Sam and I stopped short of her counter and luckily beheld her for a moment that was worth an eternity and we were eternally grateful. We looked at each other and bowed like gentlemen do. Then we went forward to her counter.
She looked at us and we melted into piles of shit. She took our breath away. She spoke to us sweetly. She took care of all of our needs in such a delicate and graceful way. We felt refreshed, healthy, and safe in her presence. She had the most beautiful face in all the land. She had the most beautiful everything in all the land. We felt like maybe we weren't that bad of a people--there was hope for the human race.
We had certain feelings for her. First and foremost we loved her and knew she would live a happy and long life that she deserved. She would never grab a filthy cock. She would have a perfect family and never raise her voice to scream or yell (except for when she would be having sex in holy matrimony). She always smells sweet like a flower. Her ass and breasts feel tender, and sumptuous and are supple. Her eyes make everything ok. Her smile blows your balls off. She is to be treated like a fragile nightingale. She glides instead of walks for angels guide her. I would make love to her if I was married to her, but I would never and could never jack off and ejaculate about her--I could not defile her in such a manner in my brain or otherwise. I would protect her virginity and life even if it would cost me my own. I love her. Sam wanted her in marriage. I wanted her in marriage. Forever man. For fuckin' ever man. Shit. We left, but about twenty yards I couldn't stand it any more. I would have no more part in not asking her out.
She was surrounded by three of her co-workers and I said, "Excuse me..."
She looked up and blew my mind, my socks, and my balls off. I was in love and she took my breath away almost to death. "Yes? How can I help you?" She asked and all the coworkers were looking at me.
"May I take you out sometime? I must take you out sometime." She gave me a shocked, embarrassed look as if I had just told everybody in front of her that she used to be a nazi; I have no clue what THAT meant. She simply raised her left hand to show me the big ass diamond Superbowl ring that the guy that's been fucking her had given her before they started fucking. They didn't start fucking until after marriage because that's the kind of girl she is.
"Oh I'm sorry, goodbye."
"It's ok. I would TOTALLY go out with you if I wasn't married. Goodbye." She smiled and blew my balls off again.
I find it so stupid when people don't take a chance at anything for fear of rejection. Was I made a complete fool of here? It was hard with all her co-workers looking at me and whatever, but fuck them. In the end the worst that could have happened is they would have laughed at me and called me a dumb idiot shit head and tried to beat me up, but that is hardly even likely. On the contrary, they all probably thought I was a brave knight! There's not much to lose in situations like that. She was too beautiful to not ask out. Moral of the story: don't ever be a bitch--just fuck it and go for it. Nothing bad will happen. Good things will happen. And the fear is fun anyway. Get a little rush.
She was so beautiful. I would gladly quit all the things I love doing in order to make her happy and FOCUS on her. I would bow all the way down to the ground every time I saw her after not seeing her for at least an hour. I would kiss every inch of her body every chance I would get, but then I would insist she bathed to clean my dirtiness off of her and I would have the softest water imported from the ends of the earth for her bath. I would always speak ever so softly to her and I would never look her in the eyes unless she allowed me to and every time she smiled at me I would thank her profusely and then I would crumble and my heart would skip a thousand beats (but I would survive). To touch her skin would give me the deepest sense of satisfaction and peace and it would deeply affect my soul and make it better. It would make my soul brighter and purer. Being in her company would be unbearably sweet. And, I would like to make something very clear, to wit, I would never hit her... unless provoked.
This girl made me want to be GOOD for fuck's sake! Do you not understand me!? I'm losing my mind! All I did was look at her and I thought, "I would never mistreat that girl. She makes me want to be good and clean of spirit and never do 'hood rat things.'" I NEVER WANT TO DO BAD THINGS BECAUSE OF THE WAY THIS GIRL LOOKS. So sweet she looks. So innocent she looks. So pure she looks. So nice she looks. So fucking nice and sweet she looks and I am 100% sure she has never drank more than two drinks (alcoholic) in one day.
Making love to her, my friends, would go like this:
"Hello my Princess. I avow my undying and eternal love for you. Sickness never touches your beautiful body because sickness is ashamed to come anywhere near you. Your beauty brings joy to the world. Welcome home from work. How may I serve you? I have been waiting for you all day." Long and low bow to the ground.
"Oh honey, you are so funny. You're always so medieval and shit. You're so sweet to me and thanks for devoting your life to making billions of dollars so I can live in the lap of luxury. You're looking all sexy in your little gentleman outfit today."
"Thank you Princess, but I must disagree. I look like a pile of shit compared to your beauty."
"You talk so funny babe."
"I can be funny if you want. I can be anything you want. You make me want to be good and moral."
"Actually... I'm really horny and I want you to fuck me so hard."
"My dear, you speak in the softest of manners and I will oblige you. What would you like me to do?"
"Hurry let's go upstairs to our bomb ass super mansion master bedroom with the amazing view of waterfalls, sunsets, rivers, mountains, oceans, and almost extinct animals."
"Yes Princess of the world that makes the world a million times more beautiful and that reflects the beauty of the Lord of the heavens and the earth."
I pick her up in my strong arms and carry her up the stairs as I cry because I am holding the most beautiful girl in the w.w.w. (whole wide world). We arrive at our destination.
"How shall I put you down Princess."
"Throw me on the bed and stop calling me Princess." I throw her savagely on the bed and faint from the breathtaking experience. Then I wake up to her saying, "Now come tear my clothes off!"
I tear her fucking clothes off.
"Take your clothes off damn it." She says as she grabs a bottle Jack Daniels next to the bed and takes a big ole slam. I rip my clothes off and I'm buff as fuck because all I do is work out so she'll be attracted to my body and want to fuck me.
"Now fuck me doggy style and rough and talk dirty to me." So I fuck her doggy style and rough and talk dirty to her.
"You're a bitch and I'm fucking you doggy style you whore... you're a whore and I'm fucking you like crazy."
Then she falls asleep saying, "I love you Danny."
I say, "I love you and I apologize for sexing you and talking to you in an abhorrent manner" in a trembling voice holding back tears and whimpers. I walk into our closet and sit down and hold myself together as I cry myself to sleep in sheer happiness. I don't deserve any of this. And we're super married.
That's how it would all go down with this bitch. All I'm saying is that this girl had the ass of a goddess, the breasts of a goddess, and the face of an angel. But for real. She is amazing. And I'm a pile of shit. Ain't no girls walking around looking at me thinking, "Damn, look at that angel." They're like, "Damn, look at that dumb ass wearing boots and stupid glasses."
I can't believe her beauty. That girl must sleep so peacefully. God must love her so much. I would literally and figuratively be her slave. I truly LOVE her.
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