So, NO, I am not above ‘killing’ the ladies!  And second, YES, I’m a ‘kinky-bitch’! But only for the ladies. Still, I have to admit, some of these ladyboy-shemales are so ‘stiffy-inducing’, I’d love nothing more than to ram my big-one to the hilt up their ‘just-asking-for-it’ fuck-holes and not stop banging-away till I’ve fucked them to death! And then come all those shitty-sissies, who want to be ‘fucked-like-a-girl’. Well, they don’t deserve to be fucked-like-a-girl. They deserve to be fucked a thousand times worse than a girl! And lastly are all those slutty-bastards offering to role-play being the ‘celebrity’ of my choice. Oh, the thought of making sure they get every-last-thing said ‘choice’ would have coming-to-them-for-way-to-long, turns me on to not ends! So YES, I’m into Celebrities. But only the real ones, since, if they make my dick hard enough, I tend to run into them under the most ludicrous circumstances. And they tend to be ‘intuitives’. For example, it’s three AM , and I’ve just turned off a cross-street onto a side-street at the same time as someone from the next cross-street over. We are the ONLY ONES about. And as the distance closes.  ‘HA HA. You’d swear that’s…………NO. NO! There’s no way on this whole earth that can possibly be her walking towards me! I don’t believe it! This is IMPOSSIBLE!!!  But somehow, it isn’t. And there’s no-way I’m even going to acknowledge her, to bring a probably otherwise great-day and enjoyable- late-evening-out to an ‘Oh-no’ annoying-conclusion! But, there’s all these disappear-off-the-sidewalk spaces to vanish into, and can you bear how badly you want to stick your dick in her!!!! Of course she’d better not see any sort of bulge, let alone something down my trouser-leg. And now I’m making sure the pull-tab on my zipper is in the downward position! And on top of all the ‘It-can’t-be-just-look-at-her!’ fuel on the fire, she’s holding a 100’s cigarette she hasn’t dragged since lighting-up before turning the corner. ‘Just imagine how hard you’d be ram-banging her up against a wall, and she’s be smoking while you do it!!! Oh man, to see her take a drag!!’ And she brought that tan (!!!)-filter to her lips and dragged, the dull-orange-glow brightening, and dragged…..’Yes!! She’s taking a long one!’ And removing it from her lips, they remained open the width of the filter. Closer and closer, she’s still holding it in, and as we’re about to become two ships in the night, she looks towards me, purses her lips, and ’FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF’   ‘BOIINNNG!!!’

I’m standing on the train, and a new game POPS into my head called ‘Hotties On The Train’. So I look at every woman to my left on the opposite side, and as I turn my head rightwards, view the ‘hottie’ seated just across from me. ‘HO! HO! Look at the famous-actress sitting there!’ And after looking at everyone else, the famous-actress…. ‘Wins it hands down! Can you imagine, you’d never get to put your dick in that famous-actress, but if you scored that hottie there, you’d be able to fantasize it was her!’ Of course, I’m not some lout who’ll hit on some stranger on a train. So, I’m left to stand there longingly-pining-away.  ‘Just-look-at-her!  You would be on top of her and not get off until next week!! Come on!!!!!! Why can’t you catch a break with something like this’!?? And what does she do? Gets up and comes stand right by me, forcing me to instantly avert my gaze as my mind whistles a tune of being completely oblivious, but I continue to covertly scrutinize…..Hair……….forehead……….eyes……….nose……….’My god, you pick this chic up and you won’t need to fantasize hard at all, she actually favors her some!!’… .Cheekbones ……….lips……….chin……….And then she turns her head so I see her profile. And…… ‘What the!!!! This isn’t a woman who looks like her, it IS HER! And she’s reading your mind!!!!

Of course, I never dreamed I’d be literarily making sure they sluttily find out exactly what their private-parts are really for! And while they don’t know Jehanne, my unmistakable-commentary and avatar, does link me to the name all acquaintances, and them, would know me by. I can just imagine one of them (who doesn’t count. Formal intro. Since well before our hair turned grey.)  finding out, and running into me, would invite me to see her new collection. And upon arrival….”Am I going to get mine?”   “Ooh yeah!” And, if you knew who I was talking about, you’d laugh out loud ‘Bullshit! I don’t even know her and I know she’s nothing like that!!!’  But she IS.  And  then there’s ‘Stunner Number Three’ who I really-really-really want to ram my dick into as hard as I can, and fuck-the-shit-out-of-her till I’ve fucked her half to death (who also doesn’t count because of that fact, plus, it was HER who knew who I was . Intuitive? Maybe.)!    I’m on a bike waiting for the light to change, and FIND myself looking at the throng of people now crossing. ‘I’d swear that woman’s smiling at me….OK, she is smiling at me. Now who do you know who’d be dressed like that? (We’ve all seen the type. Eccentrically dressed-out-of-season, but obviously has bucks up the kazoo.) And now I realize, her style makes her incognito! And, it’s only as she smilingly passes face-to-face right there in front of me, that I recognize her visible features! ‘HOLEY……...She knows you!!!’   I can only assume she’d met a certain ‘independent’, and had just recently viewed his work and….’Oh-wow-it’s-him!’ And was letting me know she was a fellow thespian. Yet I’ve (hint! hint!)  dick-hardeningly done her in with every comment and mention of her name!  “To think I thought you were someone I’d like to know!”  ‘PIICHK!’  (and while I don’t view myself an actor, I have done so.)  So I’m certainly not interested in anyone else!