Ghetto

Me and the Notorious BIG - Nasty Girl.

'I go, on and on and on and
Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and (oooh-WEE)
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect'

Whilst it's true that I don't usually take people back to mine, there's almost certainly a greater possibility of them making it back to the Tainted Towers if talk of Chaucer is on the cards rather than sex. Whilst my crib may be nice and big, it's just not the place I want to bring numerous lovers (perhaps due to my being over protective about my bedding). For this reason, I go to saunas, where wipeable mattresses are already laid out for me. Yes, I dress to impress. Yes, i like to 'spark these bitches interest'. No, I don't use Platinum Chanel Cologne.


'If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O. (heyyy)
Back of my mind I hope she swallow
Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows'

First and foremost, watching the tele in a Lexus is something I have yet to accomplish. And, Nissan Micras just aren't big enough to accommodate a plasma screen. Although, it has to be said, many of my sexual fantasises do involve cars, gear sticks and handbrakes. At four in the morning, a little tipsy, one can really feel very horny. That, and a little cautious - where can I take them that's warm and without leaves and twigs coming in the way? How the frig am I to get up and go to work tomorrow morning for my ten o clock? Yes, I know, for such a whore, I'm such a prude. So sue me. Although it isn't always at the back of my mind whether the other person is going to swallow, it's always something that turns me on. At least, the willingness to do it turns me on. And no, I don't have a single wallow in my car.

'Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date
I state, "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "But I don't usually" (let's go)
Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about'

Well, we all know how I'm partial to a slice of dodgy pizza after a night out on the lash. Uh huh. And yes, working in the morning does mean that people get down to business quicker than you can say, well...cum. 'You know what you do to me' - not a line I'd use, but nevertheless I know what the man's saying. That said, he could easy say nothing and still get whatever he wants. That, my friends, is why he's notorious. Let me also say, people who, once outside your door, try and redeem themselves by saying that they don't usually do this, can kiss my arse (in the most non-literal sense). And condoms are a must.

'Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South (aoowww)
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans, skirt, butt-naked - it all work'

And as for the sex, do whatever you will. Fill every orifice, enter each hole and have the best sex you've ever had. Mind you, it's not imperative that I always cum. Sometimes that's unimportant. And if the man isn't tight enough, then I'm more looking forward to going, let's just say that.