Catchy huh?  This one isn’t going to be no children’s story though.

So I plan to have a yacht in about 6 years.  Why would someone like a yacht?  To have sex on it and catch fish duh.  So on this yacht I this fantasy.  Every guy has a fantasy right?  What I will need is a bottle of 1982 Merlot, two pairs of bunny ears, a walking cane, a cigar, 3 uncooked steaks and all the whistlings for the best steak dinner ever, a yacht cap (think Hugh Hefner) a comfy robe, and two non vegeterain, non hooker, beautiful women with a lot of saliva.

So here’s the game plan.  They enter the yacht.  I say hi.  I might say more depending on my mood.  I sometimes in my fantasy like to play the arrogant asshole with a French accent.  The problem is I think I’m nice and can’t speak French.  Let’s not be mean.  So I have pleasant conversation with them, always keeping eye contact as if to say “I’m going to sex you later”.  Eye contact is important.  I’ll have my onboard chef (his name is Miguel) cook up some wonderful steaks with some rolls and side salads.  I’ll then give those to my two Rottweilers (I told the ladies to get McDonalds on the way).  Oh come on I’m teasin’.  So we have a perfect dinner.  Then I hold up the bunny ears.  “Put these on and drop the trousers.”  They do as their told.  I watch them strip naked as I help Miguel clean up.  What is Miguel still doing here?  “Jump in the water Miguel, swim home, here’s $50.”

While getting naked they (their names are Reagan and Ryan…both females…both really wanting me to have sex with them) begin to make out and caress eachother.

“Charles why aren’t you joining?”

“So I do.”

And we have sex.

For 16 hours.

Then we eat leftovers.

Then they leave.

How hot would that be?

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