Read My Lips - the blog

Episode No. 12

OK, time to get comfortable, put your feet up and get ready for another glimpse into the life of your old friend Wicked Willie.

Wicked Willie lives on the upper floor of a lavish mansion on a secluded estate. Once the leader of the free world, he fell from grace as the woman who stood behind him walked over his back on her climb to success. Now a mere disbarred attorney, he is often left alone, with just the company of Stu and Benji, his two federally-assigned bodyguards. He just sits around playin' pocket pool, and allows his thoughts to drift on some of the more important things in life. Here are his thoughts. Maybe you will get a chuckle or two and maybe you will even agree with parts of what he has to say.

Sunday, October 5, 2003

Help, I am a sex slave in Thailand. I was in California tryin' to assist my old friend, Gray Davis, with that recall fiasco. I snuck out of the hotel early one mornin' tryin' to find that Hollywood & Vine corner so as to locate a willin' skank for some quick willie slickin'. I am sure sorry now that I left while Stu and Benji was sleepin', 'cause if they had been tailin' me as usual, I prolly wouldn't of gotten gagged, nabbed and bagged and throwed on a slow boat to China.

I was locked into a dark, damp smelly place for days and days, bound and blindfolded. It was Hell, I tell ya, absolutely unbearable to be bound and gagged like that and there not being any sex involved. I am not sure where I was, but I am almost sure I was on a ship, 'cause it rocked back and forth a lot. I know I was not alone in that place, 'cause I heard things, really strange things: these eerie low gutteral growls. I could feel hot breath on the back of my neck more than once during the journey. It was frightenin', exotic and erotic at the same time.

No one spoke to me, or answered my calls when I needed to relieve myself. I ended up just wetting and soiling myself. With the smells that assailed my nose from my cage, I sensed I was not the first. Once a day, someone would pour some water on the hood that covered my head and I eager sucked as much as I could as it rolled down my head. This was done right after someone lifted my hood and shoved a small piece of what I think was sour bread into my mouth. More than once, I just wanted to die.

I completely lost track of time and am still not quite sure what day, week, month, or year it is. I have been a sex slave in this household for about a week now, but I am closely watched. I won't describe the awful things they make me do, but, don't let on that it is sure a lot of fun bein' a sex slave. I am not supposed to be usin' the computer. If I get caught, I will get whipped again. Oh what fun!

Well, I wish I had a good ride, so ya'll come on back here if'n ya need what I got to give, ya hear?