Saint

Re-find the underground? My bad, I never knew Exit was considered underground...Saint!!! ------------------

What do I mean by what? Email me and I'll explain...stjamesr@hotmail.com xo ------------------

Sorry lecy, I can't agree with you on that one...but maybe it's because I have so much passion (yeah passion, not lust!!!) dripping out of my pores that it just takes control of me? Saint!!! ------------------

Hmmm...seems like you cummmed to the right place, hahaa. You want to feel free ehh? Well, take my advice. Don't take any drugs. Don't drink. Nothing. When you get on the dancefloor, concentrate on the music. Close your eyes if you have to. Think about your man...his muscles or what-have-you. Imagine music turning into a physical form, a form that's licking your inner hips while cupping your asscheeks in its palm. Let out a low moan or whimper, whatever you feel comfortable with. Begin to let the music dictate how your body moves. Moan a little bit more. If you feel comfortable doing this on an open dancefloor, be my guest, I'll be watching with avid eyes...but I suggest you do this in a dark corner or in a crowded bathroom One you feel like the music has your clitoris in its jaw, grab your mans penis and stroke it with passion. Picture yourself playing musical scales on that baby. Picture his face twitching as you please him with your fingertips...and take it from there...just so long as you let the music take hold of you first...Oh, and don't worry about me posting your picture on the net, I don't know how to do that (yeah right) Saint!!! ------------------

Yes, there is a Denny Tsettos CD out there...check your local Virgin records or HMV for it...sorry I forgot the title of the cd, I suck with names...Saint!!! ------------------

Funny you guys talk about love bringing a willingness to try certain things. This may be somewhat revealing, but in every serious relationship I've had, perhaps cause I'm bad at choosing partners, there has been no imagination on the part of 'HER'. It's like, cool, you love me for YOUR reasons...now what about that thing called 'imagination'? I don't know, I've had the most fun with this one girl...and we were not serious...and we only spent 1 month together. She rocked my world with her brain. She was totally laid back, chill to the fuckin bone. We never even had sex, but the things we did together would make the pope declare me 'AntiChrist of Brooklyn'. But again, perhaps that's true in my case cause I've yet to find a 'mate' for the 'Saint'...hahaa...Saint!!! Oh, p.s. I'm soooo not a bathroom slut!!! ------------------

Would you rather A) Have rabid sex with complete strangers every day of the week, or Have sex with the same person every damn day of your life? My answer would be...B, believe it or not. Yeah, A seems more enjoyable in the short term but if you can catch yourself a fish that compliments you, then B would probably be the best choice. If you disagree...meet me in the SF bathroom and we can get some of that A business going on...Saint!!! ------------------

I wanted to be a fireman but I wear contacts Guess I'll have to settle as Dirk Digglers shadow, hahaa...Saint!!! ------------------

I guess the show must begin Within the realm above my chin Lecy strap yourself in While LoriD manipulates dangling twins Pox n' Ferox are clitoris clorox Cleansing the twats with lusty saliva Giving high fives above blue eyes As leg hairs are moisturized Such is a weekend near Jersey shore tides...Saint!!! ------------------

Jack, the bartender, dropped a tequila shot directly into my esophogus. I tipped him a hundred duckets and had one of my gals engorge his penis. After watching his face contort several times, I got up and walked across the dancefloor to begin my evening. It was 5 on the a.m., and I was feeling it. IllHouseYou was tearing shit up on the turntables. So many hard beats pummeled my head at once I couldn't think straight. Thinking was out of the question. There was only room for movement. I started moving my body like Dirk Diggler making a comeback. I was approached by one of Howard Sterns aide's and was given a proposition, but I shrugged him away. "You'll have to find someone else to strip for his girlfriend", I said, and left it at that. Through the corner of my eye I saw a set of legs I knew through a fading dream I had a while back. They belonged to a hip chic named Jolie. I did my John Travolta slide across the dancefloor and halted precisely underneath her pubic bone. "Hello, long time no see", I said into the fresh mic, then stood up and gave her a friendly kiss and hug. We exchanged comments on how tight our stomachs were, then disappeared together into the thumping crowd. She grabbed my ass several times just to make sure I was keeping up with my workouts. She noticed I was Around 7 o' clock, Jolie couldn't take the energy I threw at her on the dancefloor, so we glided like flower petals atop the wave of sweaty club rats and found a dark corner to mingle. We laughed. Giggled...did finger wiggles imitating the genitals of her last date. "Your so not a fucking Saint", she hollered at me. For no apparant reason, I replied, "I'm soo fucking horny." And it was true, I was horny, so why not let it out in the open? I unbuckled my pants and flung my underwears over Jacks head...they landed atop an unopened Smirnoff bottle. Jack gave me the thumbsup sign, slipped a latex glove on, and threw my undies into a garbage can. One by one, ladies started coming out of the woodworks to see what the deal was. "I'M HORNY...SUCK ME" was what they found. And one girl did. Jolie stood back, whispering to something to herself. I watched as her glossy lips tore holes in the universe...and as a stranger manhandled my foreskin, I focused on Jolie's lips...the sliver in her eyes that spoke unheard syllabals. All at once, ladies started undressing themselves. LoriD and Lecy83298 encircled me and danced the Lambada on my balls with their tongue. Tears flew down my eyes as the veins on my shaft were crushed beneath warm, glorious throat thrusts. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears, but still they sped towards the ashy pavement below my pedicured feet. When I opened my eyes again, a group of slim, tall Adonnis' had Jolie in a sexual suplex. They adored her labias like angels brushing the hair of god. Slowly up...quickly down...tongue inside...tongue all around. And as her breathing sped and my balls crunched towards my hardened cock, we glanced at each other, ignited a thumbs-up sign, and came with all our hearts desire. During my convulsions I witnessed briefly: Jack getting spanked by several Playboy bunnies...a group of well-kept mid-age women bathing Rally's penis with Icy Hot...Rebecca and her big L burning calories beneath a monstrous sub-woofer...CrystalMethod cracking a fingernail on the back of a very delicious diva...IHY spinning tracks with his toes while giving cunnilingus...JV, DT, and JP shooting seamen into the mouths of groupies...and God, with Satans girlfriend sitting on his lap, sipping Scotch and Gin, puffing a phat L, getting his shit worked...And that was Tuesday night...Saint!!! ------------------

Tell me about it Lori, I was starting to feel dry from lack of moisture. Don't worry though, now I feel the ploppage (the sittage on top-age of my lap-age) will remedy that. Saint!!! ------------------

I'm definitely D...if that ride isn't available, give me directions and I'll start walking over there Friday morning!!! *Holy shit, Saint hears the Trojan Man theme in the back of his head* Saint!!! P.S. Saintuage...hahaa, you remember that...the heavenly ebonic, LOL! ------------------ [This message has been edited by Saint (edited 05-17-2000).]

I don't really, know, but your friend may want to book an alternative backup, just in case...Saint!!! P.S. Wuzzup, long time no read... ------------------

Well, no luck with the disk. It's all good though, I have to reward pox anyway for his efforts (somehow). I'm trying to find a nice authentic cowgirl for him but that's a little hard to do in the city. I hear he's a drooler, so the gal should be wearing two bibs...one for each pair of lips... Woo, yeah, anyways, hah, I'll probably be bathing nude somewhere on the Jersey shore...hope to catch your tan lines around someday...Saint!!! ------------------

Where I'm going to be is influenced by several factors. $, wheels, and the location of yourself I may not have to worry about wheels or $...so you take it from there, hahaa...Saint!!! ------------------

Sup lecy, Pox is still crackin away at the task. I gave him a little incentive to help a brotha out, haha. But on the real, yeah, same situation, but I think I'm feeling a whole lot better cause I think I need to push myself above what I was saying in my poetry before. I need to cum creatively, you know. I need to wipe away the dead chromosomes from my soiled briefs and wet them with new species...but I'm still pissed a bit. So, how r things w/ you? Saint!!! ------------------

Holy Shit! I didn't even see this section. HOME. HOME. I never thought the heel clickage would work... Phew, haven't had cunnilingus juice wet my gills on a board designed for such motives for some time now. I have an abode ~ Rally n' Darrell, thanks for lookin out, I felt something suspicious and decided to drop by in here and look, my nose for lust brought me here. Now, all you lusty (STD free) ladies with the intent of screaming your vocal box's to shreds, EMAIL ME...hahahahahah...V...*Lick*...Saint!!! ------------------

This new image is nice. I almost licked my monitor this mornin...hope e'body is crispy n' satisfied. Saint!!! ------------------