Lani Brooke’s mind games leads to sex games
- Tim Lake, your humble narrator, and now member of the porn hall of fame
I had just stepped away from the computer. The work day was done. Time for some relaxation. Time to zone out on the TV for a few. I called to Lani, “Baby, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabeeeeeeeeeeeee, do you want to come watch some tube?” No answer. She had just taken a shower so I had to figure she was probably upstairs. She couldn’t hear me. Didn’t matter why. Could be the hair dryer or maybe in my fantasy world she was playing with that hitachi vibe that I picked out for her with all the little special rubber nub attachments and mini-phallus appendages that can be pulled onto it. I imagined her playing with it. Enjoying some privacy and an orgasm or two… maybe the ticket for my turn would come up soon and I would be beckoned up, up to the bedroom, where her warm naked body would invite me under the covers and we could fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck… fuck.
But in the meantime I would have to wait so I kicked back on the couch and turned on the tv.
Surfed some channels.
All of a sudden the volume mysteriously started climbing. Damn, I must be sitting again on the remote. So I searched the cushions and pulled it free then turned down the audio which had climbed to the point where the neighbors might consider calling the cops… and no one wants the cops to show up when they are watching “Real Housewives of Orange County”.
So I turned it down to a respectable volume and began watching again. For a few stress free minutes of pure and mindless time in front of the idiot box, all was swell.
Then the volume began climbing again. Only this time the remote was right there. I hadn’t touched it. The dog hadn’t stepped on it and the cat wasn’t sleeping on it. I had to act quickly. The volume slowly, steadily, annoyingly was continuing to rise. I jumped off the couch and tried fiddling with the volume controls on the set, the old fashioned approach, yes, but when all else fails sometimes you have to fall back on the old tried and true ways. Fortunately, the set is mounted too high on the wall for me to kick it which is what I was on the verge of doing.
Then I opened the closet where all the amps and receivers and xbox and whatnots are racked…
That is when the troll screamed. The closet troll. She was tucked into a little ball in the darkness of the space with only the little led and display lights to illuminate her. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Then the troll started laughing hysterically. Apparently my reaction was humorous and that could mean only one thing. LANI!!!!
I was still shaking when we finally got down to some good old fashioned sex. I think I was vibrating like a hitachi magic wand set on high speed…
Tags: homegrown video, Lani Brooke, tim lake