I ride up to the award ceremony on a white stallion. I had to use this horse as a guise tonight.....as I have been boinking for nearly three straight weeks now and I had to find a good excuse for the "bowed look".
I dismount and cry out........"Damn! My legs are killing me". Luckily no one hears me so I don't have to explain why I am in so much pain.
**I should have let DallasLiving take a breather from our hot monkey love sessions. He would have had a chance to pick up his award by now and I wouldn't have had to leave his bed to come and accept it and cover for his absence. I feel rather bad for complaining about my pain because he is totally exhausted and I am doing him two favors in getting his award and letting him get some well deserved rest! I mean, we were like lust bunnies.....going at it nearly ever waking moment for quite some time now. In the bath, in the bed, in the kitchen, in the yard, in the Volkswagon bus, at the concert, on the way back home, in the basement on the pool table, back in the bed, in the shower, at the door on the way out to the grocery store, at the grocery store in the isle with all the exotic food (we knew no one ever comes down that isle and a quickie did seem appropriate at the time), on the ride home again, on the threshold (as if we couldn't wait to get in the apartment)..........I mean.....whew! We didn't miss a spot in that whole place. I really should call a maid service too. I'll do that as soon as I get back........but, Note to self:.....Slip in quietly so I don't wake DL and call the service A.S.A.P. before he gets up and we go at it again. I just know I won't be able to keep my hands off him and make that call if he is awake when I get back!**
I hesitated a bit to reflect on the wonderful last few weeks and then I collect myself and my thoughts and proceed into the ceremony which is already back in full swing. When I enter, all heads turn to me and then I see several Pixie friends bend to the ear of their nearest neighbor and whisper something. No doubt they have noticed I am not my tip-top self. I just smile politely and nod to Sugarsprinkles in a gesture to take the podium.
Sugarsprinkles waves for me to come up and announces, "LixyChick will now accept the aforementioned award for DallasLiving". I step up to SS and give her a great big Pixie hug and take the mic from atop of the podium and stand at the edge of the stage.
"Ladies and Gentleman and everyone of any other gender.......I am back here again tonight to do two things. First I want to say that DallasLiving is in awe of this auspicious award and would have been here himself to accept but he has sprained his penis recently and the doctors say he will be "layed" up for a few more weeks. With his sincerest appologies and his most humble regards, I accept the, Oh My God, You Sure Would Look Good Naked On That Car-Are You Sure You're Not Related To Gene Simmons-Silver Tongue-Lick My Wet Panties Award, on his behalf. He said to tell you "That sure is a mouthful and he would surely love a mouthful of some of the beautiful Pixie ladies to show his appreciation!"
"I also have the auspicious honor of revealing the next award recipient.
For his sweet demeanor........for his very big, sexy, eye candy thread......for his ability to make us smile and cum back again and again to view new pics.......for seeming like an "old friend" even though he is fairly new to our family........for having one of the yummiest cocks I have ever laid my eyes on.......and for always having a sexy reply to everyone who posts to his series.........It is my honor and pleasure to award the "Long, Slow, Hot Rod" award to.........................
Slow Ride!!!!!!!!!
Slow Ride, please cum up here baby and show me your......er um.....accept this award! I present you with a ®Hot Wheels™ version of a race car in the shape of a rock hard cock. And may I suggest...........it could be fun to share your award with a certain deserving Pixie........ahem! Um.......yeah! It sure could be fun to share anything you want to share for that matter! *giggle*
__________________
Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.
~Thomas Dewar~
|