“Woodie” The Hefty Log
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2011
Bob walks around the party room like a person with wood inside of his pants. He scans all the sexy broads as they flirt, chatter, and drink. He glares at them good until the wood inside of his pants feels good and warm. He begins to grow a hot thirst, and he grabs a drink of a chick who is nearby. The chick complains - however Bob drinks the load of tumbler, and she soon shuffles away with the friend, who is by her side, in tow. Bob burps in the dim of the room, and then he moves around some more. Music bangs inside of his mind like a hammer, and he feels the vibrations of the thunder of the sound inside of his mind. Suddenly he wants to brush his ear against the jukebox in order to make the ringing inside of his drums stop; however he ignores it. Bob moves a little further, and soon the sound is far enough for him to feel comfortable once more. Bob sighs as he grabs another drink. A fella complains, however not for long. Soon he is being given back the drink as Bob's eyes focus on a hot chick named Barbara. Bob glares at her super-tight dress, and he grows a woody inside of his pants. Barbara moves up the staircase with a wobble in her step. Bob knows she is drunk, and he smiles as he moves to follow. Bob sneaks up the staircase, and meets Barbara at the top. Barbara turns her head and smiles. Bob smiles as he feels his woody rise.
“You looking mighty fine tonight;” he drawls as Barbara blushes beetroot red. “Mighty fine;” he mutters. “Nice dress;” he compliments as he glares her up and down.
“You like it?” asked Barbara as she turns around just for him.