Anna Bambi Lee

I know it’s been a while since I shared my private juicy stories with you, and I know everyone is DYING to know what I’ve been up to.

Well I’ve been whoring myself around quite steadily and just like a well oiled machine I needed some fine-tuning.

You see one of my main selling points is my mouth and its health is very important to me. However, somewhere along my late teenage years I’ve managed to infect my tonsils so many times that I even got a punch card. I have only one person to thank for that, but you’ll hear about him later.

My ENT specialist recommended for me to remove my tonsils and so that’s where I’ve been all this time – nursing my Dirt Devil.

So naturally the only action I got for the past month or so has been from my freezer as it was making more ice cubes for me to suck on.

The meds were amazing, the break was much needed and I even scored free flowers from my peeps at work.

“To Anna Bambi Lee” the card read…
…and then my morphine filled brain started to reminisce…

It was sometime last year, my friends and I decided to take a lovely vacation to one of the loveliest southern states. We stayed at a hotel on the ocean front and when we weren’t wasting our time shopping we were hunting American cocks like Canadians hunt Tim Horton’s on their way to the cottage.

So one of the nights, there we were; Marlene and I, standing outside a nearby bar inspecting every testosterone packed flesh package that walked by. We were smoking our cigarettes and sipping on our drinks elegantly, trying to disguise the fact that in our eyes every passing man looked like a hot dog at the end of a clubbing night downtown. The liquid produced by my salivary glands and my genitals alone (not counting sweat – it was hot down there) could end the famine in Africa.

Looking back I think our strategy was flawed. We assumed that by standing outside we will be like bouncers quality controlling every entering cock, but at that particular hour many were already leaving…and so was Frank.

My radar was getting weak but Marlene gets better as her blood alcohol percentage rises and she spotted Frank - a sexy Vin Diesel look alike.

“HEY!” – Marlene shouted.

Frank turned around and walked right into our trap – silly little weasel.

“Where are you going?” we asked, afraid the fantasy we both thought of in the last 10 seconds would not come true.

Frank had just finished his shift at the bar and was on his way home so he could get up early for his shift at the fire station.

Ummmmmmmmm RED ALERT!!! RED ALERT!!!

It is MY duty to give back to those who serve our country (or not my country). Therefore any uniform wearing man gets a green card with Anna with the exception of mechanics and river dancers.

At this point, any flaws my intoxicated brain would register as I try to focus my sight on Frank would be void and simply nonexistent – I love firemen and love is indeed blind.

I know sometimes I omit certain details from my stories for it to progress faster but in this instance it important to outline exactly how our conversation went with Frank just to prove how quickly the story unfolded.

Frank: “What’s your name?”

Marlene:”Marlene”

Frank: “and yours?”

Me: ”you can call me baby”

Frank: ”Bambi?"

Me: ”ughhh... yes sure, you should come to our hotel room to party!!”

Frank:”I can’t but give me your number maybe another night”

Marlene:”647 ………”

Frank left.

We went back into the bar to get more drinks

Not even 3 minutes pass and Marlene gets a text message:

“Come out we’ll party – Frank”

Without hesitation we both turned around and marched over to the exit in unison like Korean soldiers at Kim Jong-il’s funeral.

There he was in his sexy black truck.

As we both approached we used some unrecognized sign language that we both understood and I ended up sitting in the front seat and Marlene hopped in the back.

He drove to the other side of the parking lot and put his gear into park.

If I ever got charged for sexual assault it would be for this and you'd probably see me on America's most wanted in my underwear running away from cops in between trailers.

In a matter of half a second I pounced on Frank, lowered his seat and unzipped his pants.
Marlene grabbed Frank by his neck and started making out with him viciously as I quickly fastened his cock in my mouth like a baby after dropping her pacifier. Oh man I was teething so bad that night. I sucked on his cock so hard as Marlene was salsa dancing with his tongue. It was a beautifully choreographed dance that would’ve gotten a 10-10-10 if it was executed on skates in the middle of an Olympic rink.

Unfortunately Frank must have mistaken the back of my throat with a smoke alarm and hosed me down before there were even any signs of fire.

I was a bit shocked, and Marlene was as well, but we wiped our mouths and left the truck simultaneously.

We walked away from Frank’s truck like we were 2 bond girls after completing a mission, and returned to our drinks, that were still cold at the bar.

The trip - just like Frank - passed too fast and too furious, and thank God the only thing that stuck to me was my nickname Bambi and not herpes.