That Hot Piece of Ass

Well earlier on when I was taking a stroll back home, I thought of something.

How cool would it be to hook up with a girl at a park while you were jogging?

I bet I'm definitely not the only guy who has thought of this. I actually have tons of them from where they came from.

Hur hur hur.

So the fantasy goes something like this...

Well as you're on your way to the park near your place, you notice this girl. She's in sportswear and walking towards somewhere. Your gut tells you that she's going to the park to work that fat ass of hers. So you carry on walking.

You reach the park and realize that you were fucking spot on about it. You leap for joy on the inside (I do not know for what fucking reason you are joyful), cos she has a fat ass.

Heck she's only got a fat ass right?

Well, we can make do with that.

You begin to jog. You go on and on, sometimes even overtaking the girl with the fat ass. There are times when you really want to tell her to speed the hell up, cos' if she's gonna be running at that speed, she ain't never gonna lose that jello ass in this lifetime.

But you wouldn't want to fuck up your own fantasy would you?

Of course not.

So you decide to shut your pie hole and continue jogging.

After jogging for about 5km, you stop to take a drink and make your way home. Just then you spot a hot ass jogging in front of you.

Nope it definitely ain't that girl with the fat ass. Despite it being a fantasy, you still can't lose that big of an ass in that short period of time.

Let's be realistic shall we?

Don't you dare say, I'm being an oxymoron. I will fucking kill you. It's my fantasy, so shut it.

Well, you got a hot piece of ass jogging right in front of you. She stops. Takes a look behind. You smile, she smiles.

Tulips start blooming, squirrels start running up and down trees, butterflies start flapping their wings and flying all around the fucking place, and well rabbits and dogs start fucking. You start to feel that you're in heaven.

Well, I wouldn't want heaven to look like the Discovery Channel would I?

Gross.

But it still happened, so on with it.

But yes, as those stuffs are happening so as to set the right ambiance, you realize she's wearing a shirt that has a screen on her T-shirt (I bet you've seen those shirts with LCD screens on them that light up at Clarke Quay). Well the only difference is that she has the screen on the back of the T-shirt.

She takes out her hand phone. It looks like she's typing something. Then you realize that it's connected to the screen on her shirt. It reads "FOLLOW ME!", and it's flashing in hot rod red. You just think it's a mere coincidence, but she turns to give you one more look before starting to run. You're like "Wtf am I supposed to do now?". So you give chase. You do it just nice, so that you don't overtake her, and make it obvious to people that you're gonna get laid by that hot piece of ass in front of you.

You end up under her block. You both enter the lift like as if nothing happened. But as soon the lift door closes and begins to rise up up and away, to the designated floor that it has been told to stop at, both of you start making out. Hot steamy make out in the lift.

Nice.

Lift stops. Both of you walk out of it. She takes out her keys and opens the door to her pad. Somehow you know where her room is, like as if you've been there before. But being the guy who loves to try out new stuff, you leave out the bedroom and instead bring her into the gym that she has in her house. A sporty chick sure loves doing it in the gym together with the dumbbells and machines, or so you think.

Wham bam thank you ma'am, and the next thing you know you're putting your clothes on and preparing to leave her place.

Wouldn't that just make an excellent French film?

I think it would.

Sweet.