making easy money. part 2
and i know i lie in this blog a whole lot. but the situation i’m about to write is true. the situation is true as in it actually happened.
believe what you read here.
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its my turn to act. check or bet.
but holy goddess of beauty, yes, this happens to be some long lost cousin of aphrodite, and she’s sitting at the same foxwoods poker table as me.
how i’ve never been thrown into such complete luck.
how this woman has been in every sexual fantasy dream i’ve ever had and now every sexual fantasy dream that i will ever have.
how right at this moment i’m drooling on my poker chips.
how in the next moment the dealer is slapping me on the head because its still my turn to act. check or bet.
and the dealer soon realizes that we’re not here to play poker anymore. as soon as the aphrodite cousin sits down we all just become zombies. we are captivated by her beauty. she has mesmerized us and we are now only interested in watching her.
wow. so much fun to just sit there watching. watching as she looks at her cards. watching as she picks up her chips. watching as she rakes in a huge pot of chips. these are the only things she seems to be doing every two minutes. and we just keep on watching.
step 1) she looks at her cards
step 2) she puts chips into the pot, over and over during the hand
step 3) she rakes in the entire pot and stack the chips
she does this for every hand.
we see her doing these steps, but we’re not actually paying attention to anything other than her beauty. we see that she seems to be doing an awful lot of raking-in pots and stacking of chips, but we never actually see what she’s doing.
those of us that are sitting directly across from her have the distinct advantage of seeing some major cleavage. this cleavage is beyond inappropriate to be showing around in public. she’s got cleavage spilling out everywhere. cleavage just begging to be looked at. cleavage just asking for eyes.
come to think of it i really don’t think she was wearing a shirt, or a bra for that matter. i think she was sitting there topless, or so it appeared. i mean she has boobs that are JUST RIGHT THERE MAN! they’re hanging right over the table as i say to her “MY GOD WOMAN! THOSE ARE SOME INCREDIBLE TITS!”
and is this really happening? am i really seeing what i’m seeing? and did i really just tell her she had incredible tits?
and right about now each and every guy at the table has got a woody the size of florida in their pants. we’re sitting there pulled right up close to the table, backs perfectly straight and sitting upright, trying to get rid of the hard-on that has just formed a tent in our pants. each and every one of us.
and we try to look away, try to visualize something else, but we keep looking back and seeing the boobs just waiting for our eyes to fall upon them. even when we look away the image is stamped in our brains and there is no getting them out of our sight.
and we’re sitting. we’re drooling. we’re starring. we’re trying to look away. we’ve all got erections that are bumping up against the bottom of the table as we try to adjust ourselves.
and speaking of adjustment. she’s got this new move that she does right after throwing some chips in the pot or raking in a pot – she’ll take a sip of her cranberry and vodka and sort of try to fix her bra because one of her nipples has practically popped out the top. only she never succeeds in fixing it, which may be the point. she kind of fools around in the general nipple area trying to make adjustments and practically ends up fully exposing her breasts. we can’t handle all this fondling of breast right before our eyes and we’re all holding our breath and keeping a tight grip on the side of the table in anticipation of the full exposure she’s about to give us. but it doesn’t happen. saved for the moment. its as if she’s bringing us to new peaks of satisfaction with each adjustment. but one more fondle and we’re done for. she definitely knows this.
and oh my god did it just get hot in here. the temperature has risen about a million and 10 degrees in the past 5 minutes and we’re all feeling it. there’s so much heat coming off this table that its just steaming the place up. and wouldn’t it just be the icing on the cake if her cranberry cocktail was dripping wet with beads of water on the outside of the glass from all this heat. oh please don’t go there, please don’t take a sip of that drink right now or we’ll all just explode when we see that drop of water touch one of those heavenly breasts.
and oh god she’s definitely reaching for the drink and i swear to christ she’s smiling like she knows what’s going to happen.
and holy shit she has definitely just closed her eyes as she leans her head back to take a sip.
and please dear lord this is not happening, its not possible to take in such a delightful sight.
and the breasts are right over the table now and we can see all the sweat beads of water racing towards the bottom of the glass and please dear god put it down before it drips onto your divine breasts and our erections just burst through the seams of our pants.
and the moment is lasting forever and nobody at the table is even breathing. the dealer has stopped and now can’t help but stare and wait for the drip. the entire poker room has definitely stopped and turned their attention towards the action at our table. you can hear a thousand security cameras in the ceiling whining and pumping full force to get a close-up on the cleavage and the drip.
and then the world just stops right before our eyes as we see that one drop of water from the edge of the glass descend towards her right breast.
and oh yes oh god here we go and we’re inches away from landing on those perfectly tanned and godly shaped breasts just sitting right there in front of us.
and landing. that drop of water is what we dream we are. we are the drop of water as it touches down and just spreads itself all over the top of her breast as if it owns the entire area. seeping down and around and over and under and on top of and just spreading and going wherever it feels.
and no she definitely did not just do what i think she did. she did not just wipe it off and lick her finger. holy mother of god she is leaving the finger in her mouth and now is making a sucking sound as she removes it from her mouth.
and it is at this moment that the table is lifted off the ground from all the raging hard-ons at the table and you hear this slight moan of satisfaction released from our lips at the same moment we all have the most incredible orgasms of our lives.
and this happens over and over for the next hour.
she’s dripping so much water over her breasts from that drink that i just want to reach out with a towel and help her out.
she’s got her shirt and bra so wet now they’re practically see-through.
that water on the side of the glass is so ice cold that its dripping onto those breasts and making her nipples stick out a good inch.
“dear god woman please let me dry you off already!” i say.
but she doesn’t follow what i’ve said because i’m really just moaning and groaning as i attempt to open my mouth.
no way she is getting ready to leave. no way she is stacking her chips into a chip rack and tipping the dealer. no way someone has just said “STAY AND LET US WATCH ONE MORE DRIP, PLEASE JUST ONE MORE!”
but she’s done. and she has an armload of chips in a chip rack pressed against her own rack that she has trouble carrying and holding onto as she bends over to pick up her purse.
one final view of those irresistible breasts as she bends over and they kind of rest on the table as she reaches for her purse. we all hold ourselves back from just reaching out and touching the untouchable. this is the last glimpse, the last heavenly view of those mountainous breasts.
and she’s gone.
and we now wipe the sweat from our brows and feel the erection shrink back down and get ready for the next hand.
and we reach for our chips as we go to bet but we have nothing left.
and we’ve been throwing so much money into each pot and not even paying attention that we’ve all lost our stacks of chips. our hands were throwing chips into each pot without our brains even knowing what was going on. we must have played 20 hands without even looking at a single card. and now our chips are making steady progress through the poker room and almost at the cash station. and now we all look over to the woman at the counter dropping bundles of chips at the cash window and picking up a wad of cash that she can barely fit into her purse.
and somehow we don’t feel like we’ve lost. somehow we all feel like it was worth it.
and we reach into our pockets, grab some more cash to play with, and kind of shake our heads wondering if that actually just happened.
next hand, and its check or bet to me.
believe what you read here.
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its my turn to act. check or bet.
but holy goddess of beauty, yes, this happens to be some long lost cousin of aphrodite, and she’s sitting at the same foxwoods poker table as me.
how i’ve never been thrown into such complete luck.
how this woman has been in every sexual fantasy dream i’ve ever had and now every sexual fantasy dream that i will ever have.
how right at this moment i’m drooling on my poker chips.
how in the next moment the dealer is slapping me on the head because its still my turn to act. check or bet.
and the dealer soon realizes that we’re not here to play poker anymore. as soon as the aphrodite cousin sits down we all just become zombies. we are captivated by her beauty. she has mesmerized us and we are now only interested in watching her.
wow. so much fun to just sit there watching. watching as she looks at her cards. watching as she picks up her chips. watching as she rakes in a huge pot of chips. these are the only things she seems to be doing every two minutes. and we just keep on watching.
step 1) she looks at her cards
step 2) she puts chips into the pot, over and over during the hand
step 3) she rakes in the entire pot and stack the chips
she does this for every hand.
we see her doing these steps, but we’re not actually paying attention to anything other than her beauty. we see that she seems to be doing an awful lot of raking-in pots and stacking of chips, but we never actually see what she’s doing.
those of us that are sitting directly across from her have the distinct advantage of seeing some major cleavage. this cleavage is beyond inappropriate to be showing around in public. she’s got cleavage spilling out everywhere. cleavage just begging to be looked at. cleavage just asking for eyes.
come to think of it i really don’t think she was wearing a shirt, or a bra for that matter. i think she was sitting there topless, or so it appeared. i mean she has boobs that are JUST RIGHT THERE MAN! they’re hanging right over the table as i say to her “MY GOD WOMAN! THOSE ARE SOME INCREDIBLE TITS!”
and is this really happening? am i really seeing what i’m seeing? and did i really just tell her she had incredible tits?
and right about now each and every guy at the table has got a woody the size of florida in their pants. we’re sitting there pulled right up close to the table, backs perfectly straight and sitting upright, trying to get rid of the hard-on that has just formed a tent in our pants. each and every one of us.
and we try to look away, try to visualize something else, but we keep looking back and seeing the boobs just waiting for our eyes to fall upon them. even when we look away the image is stamped in our brains and there is no getting them out of our sight.
and we’re sitting. we’re drooling. we’re starring. we’re trying to look away. we’ve all got erections that are bumping up against the bottom of the table as we try to adjust ourselves.
and speaking of adjustment. she’s got this new move that she does right after throwing some chips in the pot or raking in a pot – she’ll take a sip of her cranberry and vodka and sort of try to fix her bra because one of her nipples has practically popped out the top. only she never succeeds in fixing it, which may be the point. she kind of fools around in the general nipple area trying to make adjustments and practically ends up fully exposing her breasts. we can’t handle all this fondling of breast right before our eyes and we’re all holding our breath and keeping a tight grip on the side of the table in anticipation of the full exposure she’s about to give us. but it doesn’t happen. saved for the moment. its as if she’s bringing us to new peaks of satisfaction with each adjustment. but one more fondle and we’re done for. she definitely knows this.
and oh my god did it just get hot in here. the temperature has risen about a million and 10 degrees in the past 5 minutes and we’re all feeling it. there’s so much heat coming off this table that its just steaming the place up. and wouldn’t it just be the icing on the cake if her cranberry cocktail was dripping wet with beads of water on the outside of the glass from all this heat. oh please don’t go there, please don’t take a sip of that drink right now or we’ll all just explode when we see that drop of water touch one of those heavenly breasts.
and oh god she’s definitely reaching for the drink and i swear to christ she’s smiling like she knows what’s going to happen.
and holy shit she has definitely just closed her eyes as she leans her head back to take a sip.
and please dear lord this is not happening, its not possible to take in such a delightful sight.
and the breasts are right over the table now and we can see all the sweat beads of water racing towards the bottom of the glass and please dear god put it down before it drips onto your divine breasts and our erections just burst through the seams of our pants.
and the moment is lasting forever and nobody at the table is even breathing. the dealer has stopped and now can’t help but stare and wait for the drip. the entire poker room has definitely stopped and turned their attention towards the action at our table. you can hear a thousand security cameras in the ceiling whining and pumping full force to get a close-up on the cleavage and the drip.
and then the world just stops right before our eyes as we see that one drop of water from the edge of the glass descend towards her right breast.
and oh yes oh god here we go and we’re inches away from landing on those perfectly tanned and godly shaped breasts just sitting right there in front of us.
and landing. that drop of water is what we dream we are. we are the drop of water as it touches down and just spreads itself all over the top of her breast as if it owns the entire area. seeping down and around and over and under and on top of and just spreading and going wherever it feels.
and no she definitely did not just do what i think she did. she did not just wipe it off and lick her finger. holy mother of god she is leaving the finger in her mouth and now is making a sucking sound as she removes it from her mouth.
and it is at this moment that the table is lifted off the ground from all the raging hard-ons at the table and you hear this slight moan of satisfaction released from our lips at the same moment we all have the most incredible orgasms of our lives.
and this happens over and over for the next hour.
she’s dripping so much water over her breasts from that drink that i just want to reach out with a towel and help her out.
she’s got her shirt and bra so wet now they’re practically see-through.
that water on the side of the glass is so ice cold that its dripping onto those breasts and making her nipples stick out a good inch.
“dear god woman please let me dry you off already!” i say.
but she doesn’t follow what i’ve said because i’m really just moaning and groaning as i attempt to open my mouth.
no way she is getting ready to leave. no way she is stacking her chips into a chip rack and tipping the dealer. no way someone has just said “STAY AND LET US WATCH ONE MORE DRIP, PLEASE JUST ONE MORE!”
but she’s done. and she has an armload of chips in a chip rack pressed against her own rack that she has trouble carrying and holding onto as she bends over to pick up her purse.
one final view of those irresistible breasts as she bends over and they kind of rest on the table as she reaches for her purse. we all hold ourselves back from just reaching out and touching the untouchable. this is the last glimpse, the last heavenly view of those mountainous breasts.
and she’s gone.
and we now wipe the sweat from our brows and feel the erection shrink back down and get ready for the next hand.
and we reach for our chips as we go to bet but we have nothing left.
and we’ve been throwing so much money into each pot and not even paying attention that we’ve all lost our stacks of chips. our hands were throwing chips into each pot without our brains even knowing what was going on. we must have played 20 hands without even looking at a single card. and now our chips are making steady progress through the poker room and almost at the cash station. and now we all look over to the woman at the counter dropping bundles of chips at the cash window and picking up a wad of cash that she can barely fit into her purse.
and somehow we don’t feel like we’ve lost. somehow we all feel like it was worth it.
and we reach into our pockets, grab some more cash to play with, and kind of shake our heads wondering if that actually just happened.
next hand, and its check or bet to me.
thrown together by raz at 1:05 PM
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