Rick was having the most wonderful dream when the phone rang, so he tried to ignore it. It had to be a dream; beautiful women didn’t wake him up and demand sex in reality, after all, so he didn’t want to miss a moment of it. It was very realistic though; he could actually feel her perfect body as she screwed his brains out.
“*Beep!* Rick, pick up!” Jim’s urgent voice cut through Rick’s groggy haze. Strangely the Sex Goddess didn’t evapourate, or stop screwing around. “Listen ... statues ... cursed!... summoned ... Sex Daemon... It’s ... argh! *Click!*”
Bimbeau stopped screwing and gave the phone a worried look long enough for Rick to get his act together. There really was a beautiful babe -no, a Goddess- sitting on his cock; her breasts heaving in the morning... Ack! Focus! Something about statues... summoning...?
Fri Aug 4 20:09:47 2000