Donde Esta Mis Pantalones?

Once upon a time there lived this sexy fly chica. She went by the name of Angelica. Angelica was really amigos bueno con (with) Jose. Jose was muy muy interested in Angelica romantically. Angelica did not reciprocate those feelings for Jose at all.

One night after hanging out and drinking, Jose attempted to kiss Angelica. She was not feeling it at all so she moved out of the way of his puckered lips. He then began to caress her. Gently on the shoulders, was the approach he attempted first. He hands then began to move vicariously all over her body.

Before she new it, Jose's head was between her legs. He was gently licking her ever so sensually. As Jose's tongue lapped her clitoris, prior thoughts of him being simply a "friend" temporarily vanished. Jose stayed down on Angelica for what seemed like hours.

He then looked up at her. Still on his knees, her sweet juices were slightly dripping from his lip and chin, he assumed sex was next. She quickly shot that thought in the foot. He then suggested she go down on him. That was also a negative for Angelica. Jose spent what seemed like eternity attempting to get some reciprocation for his effort. Angelica, then came back to her senses. She had won the battle and wasn't giving in. She just had one question,

Donde esta mi pantalones?
(Where are my pants?)

The End.

Quite the lust story huh? My imagination is truly something. Seriously, I have been pondering writing erotica, with a spanish twist. ;o)

~Angilicagothers...poorJose~