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ThePimpDaddy · 09-06-2002, 01:33 PM

It's a LONG mother fucker, but got it today actually...

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Hi:

I collect custom made videos. Do you do customs? If so, I have a script that I have attached that I would like you to look over. let me know what you think and maybe we can work something out.

Here Cums The Bride

Here is a brief scenario. You are a Bride-to be and shaking like a leaf you are so nervous on your wedding day. You are smoking like a fiend but still even that doesn?t calm you down. Your sister-in-law to be has suggested a few belts of tequila and has even left a bottle of Jose Cuevero Gold for you. Unbeknownst to you she is secretly trying to prevent the wedding and your fiancé?s family is adamantly opposed to you being in the family. They think you are just after Karl?s money.

You finish your smoke and are still terribly nervous. The large bottle and shot glass are they?re staring at you. Oh, what the hell. One little shot won?t hurt. You fill the shot glass, wish yourself luck and down it. Ooooo, that?s strong. You feel the warmth overtake your body. Maybe one more little drinkie and a smoke and you will be fine. You light yourself a smoke and pour a shot and slam it down! Wow! But the approaching warmth gives you a false sense of security. Time to put on your make-up.

Contentedly you apply your make-up as you smoke with a sexy satisfaction. You decide to have just one more drink, besides you can handle it. You pour a third shot and down it quickly. The affects of the alcohol are all ready affecting your judgment because you become very bold with your make-up. You use a bright ruby red lipstick, lots of blush and eye make-up. Much to bold for a blushing bride on her wedding day but hey, it?s the alcohol and you want to look sexy for Karl. As you get close to finishing your make-up, you decide just one more drink, the last you promise yourself, will do. You pour and down shot #4 quickly. Ahhhh. You thank your future sister-in-law. She was so right to suggest a couple of drinks before the ceremony. You?ll be all ready before your maid of honor comes to pick you up.

Time to get dressed. Without thinking you have poured yourself a fifth shot and down it before you even realize what you have done. Was that another I drink I just had? You ask yourself. You giggle a little and light up another cigarette. This is going to be the greatest day of your life you tell yourself. In front of your mirror, you playfully remove your clothes like a stripper. You shake and twirl around having a good time. Checking your wonderfully beautiful nude body out in front of the mirror you decide to pour yourself just one more drink you promise yourself, to celebrate the fact that soon Karl will have sole use of your body. You pour a shot of your friend Mr. Tequila and salute yourself, and then it?s down the hatch. Hey that was shot number 6, seven is your lucky number and you want to day to be your lucky day so why not have a seventh and last shot. Down the hatch it goes. Woo Hoo! Yes sir?life is great.

Without realizing it, you begin to rub your hands up and down your body. All over your smooth skin and you begin to tingle. Soon you are playing with your breasts. You pull and yank and twist them and lift them up and let them drop. Soon you twist, turn and tweak your sensitive nipples until you have several little cums. Soon your fingers work their way down to your moist pussy. Slowly at first but with an increasing sense of urgency you begin to stimulate your clitoris and love tunnel. Faster and faster, oh it feels soooo goood. Ahhhhh, you cum!

Breathless and despite the haze of the increased alcohol intake, you are so worked up now you are afraid you might actually orgasm during the ceremony?just one more shot and a smoke should help you settle down. Down goes shot number eight of Jose?what a good buddy he is and now for a smoke. You light up and practice your sexiest smoking. Hell, you are so horny you must have to one more drink, just one more and no more after that. That?s it you say as you down shot number eight. Oh what the fuck, you are so horny you grab your dildo and begin sucking it, imagining it is Karl?s huge cock. You love his size, that filled up feeling, the way he can go on and on for hours. Soon you are fucking yourself?oh fuck me Karl, fuck me hard, you scream. You have a massive cum. You puff away on your smoke?you have to get a hold of yourself.

You remind yourself it is almost time to be picked up for the wedding. Just one more drink you say. This is really the last one. You quickly pour a drink and down it. Boy, things are sort of blurry as you try and focus your eyes. You feel light headed and giddy. Your legs aren?t working right. You stumble to get dressed. In an alcoholic induced fog you decide to for go your wedding dress and dress up in the sluttiest clothes you have and your 6? heels. Better remind Karl what he is getting for a bride and so you can get him to tear up that ridiculous pre-nuptial agreement had you sign. You laugh about it as you get all sluttied up and even have another shot to celebrate the fact you figure with your screwing ability, you will fuck that bastard to death with in 6 months and inherit his millions. You get your last heel on and stand in front of the mirror admiring how you look.

The phone rings. You stumble, stagger, fall down laughing and end up crawling to the phone. You answer in slurred speech. It?s your mother and she is just checking that you are ready. You have this drunken conversation with her. She worries and asks you if you are OK. You assure her you are, just a little nervous. After you hang up you decide you might just need another drink, just to be sure. You can handle it you reassure yourself.

After great difficulty, you make it back to the table where your bottle with its ever-dwindling contents and shot glass are. With some difficulty you pour yourself a glass and salute yourself??Here Cums The Bride,? you toast yourself and down the shot. Attempting to strut sexily around the room, smoking as seductively as you know how, bottle in tow, you stagger drunkenly around the room singing your own version of the bride?s song. You take several swigs straight from the bottle. Suddenly, your eyes roll back into your head and you pass out, bottle in hand with a smile of things to come on your face.

09-06-2002, 01:33 PM
ThePimpDaddy Registered User Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USA Posts: 44	It's a LONG mother fucker, but got it today actually... ----------------------------------------------- Hi: I collect custom made videos. Do you do customs? If so, I have a script that I have attached that I would like you to look over. let me know what you think and maybe we can work something out. Here Cums The Bride Here is a brief scenario. You are a Bride-to be and shaking like a leaf you are so nervous on your wedding day. You are smoking like a fiend but still even that doesn?t calm you down. Your sister-in-law to be has suggested a few belts of tequila and has even left a bottle of Jose Cuevero Gold for you. Unbeknownst to you she is secretly trying to prevent the wedding and your fiancé?s family is adamantly opposed to you being in the family. They think you are just after Karl?s money. You finish your smoke and are still terribly nervous. The large bottle and shot glass are they?re staring at you. Oh, what the hell. One little shot won?t hurt. You fill the shot glass, wish yourself luck and down it. Ooooo, that?s strong. You feel the warmth overtake your body. Maybe one more little drinkie and a smoke and you will be fine. You light yourself a smoke and pour a shot and slam it down! Wow! But the approaching warmth gives you a false sense of security. Time to put on your make-up. Contentedly you apply your make-up as you smoke with a sexy satisfaction. You decide to have just one more drink, besides you can handle it. You pour a third shot and down it quickly. The affects of the alcohol are all ready affecting your judgment because you become very bold with your make-up. You use a bright ruby red lipstick, lots of blush and eye make-up. Much to bold for a blushing bride on her wedding day but hey, it?s the alcohol and you want to look sexy for Karl. As you get close to finishing your make-up, you decide just one more drink, the last you promise yourself, will do. You pour and down shot #4 quickly. Ahhhh. You thank your future sister-in-law. She was so right to suggest a couple of drinks before the ceremony. You?ll be all ready before your maid of honor comes to pick you up. Time to get dressed. Without thinking you have poured yourself a fifth shot and down it before you even realize what you have done. Was that another I drink I just had? You ask yourself. You giggle a little and light up another cigarette. This is going to be the greatest day of your life you tell yourself. In front of your mirror, you playfully remove your clothes like a stripper. You shake and twirl around having a good time. Checking your wonderfully beautiful nude body out in front of the mirror you decide to pour yourself just one more drink you promise yourself, to celebrate the fact that soon Karl will have sole use of your body. You pour a shot of your friend Mr. Tequila and salute yourself, and then it?s down the hatch. Hey that was shot number 6, seven is your lucky number and you want to day to be your lucky day so why not have a seventh and last shot. Down the hatch it goes. Woo Hoo! Yes sir?life is great. Without realizing it, you begin to rub your hands up and down your body. All over your smooth skin and you begin to tingle. Soon you are playing with your breasts. You pull and yank and twist them and lift them up and let them drop. Soon you twist, turn and tweak your sensitive nipples until you have several little cums. Soon your fingers work their way down to your moist pussy. Slowly at first but with an increasing sense of urgency you begin to stimulate your clitoris and love tunnel. Faster and faster, oh it feels soooo goood. Ahhhhh, you cum! Breathless and despite the haze of the increased alcohol intake, you are so worked up now you are afraid you might actually orgasm during the ceremony?just one more shot and a smoke should help you settle down. Down goes shot number eight of Jose?what a good buddy he is and now for a smoke. You light up and practice your sexiest smoking. Hell, you are so horny you must have to one more drink, just one more and no more after that. That?s it you say as you down shot number eight. Oh what the fuck, you are so horny you grab your dildo and begin sucking it, imagining it is Karl?s huge cock. You love his size, that filled up feeling, the way he can go on and on for hours. Soon you are fucking yourself?oh fuck me Karl, fuck me hard, you scream. You have a massive cum. You puff away on your smoke?you have to get a hold of yourself. You remind yourself it is almost time to be picked up for the wedding. Just one more drink you say. This is really the last one. You quickly pour a drink and down it. Boy, things are sort of blurry as you try and focus your eyes. You feel light headed and giddy. Your legs aren?t working right. You stumble to get dressed. In an alcoholic induced fog you decide to for go your wedding dress and dress up in the sluttiest clothes you have and your 6? heels. Better remind Karl what he is getting for a bride and so you can get him to tear up that ridiculous pre-nuptial agreement had you sign. You laugh about it as you get all sluttied up and even have another shot to celebrate the fact you figure with your screwing ability, you will fuck that bastard to death with in 6 months and inherit his millions. You get your last heel on and stand in front of the mirror admiring how you look. The phone rings. You stumble, stagger, fall down laughing and end up crawling to the phone. You answer in slurred speech. It?s your mother and she is just checking that you are ready. You have this drunken conversation with her. She worries and asks you if you are OK. You assure her you are, just a little nervous. After you hang up you decide you might just need another drink, just to be sure. You can handle it you reassure yourself. After great difficulty, you make it back to the table where your bottle with its ever-dwindling contents and shot glass are. With some difficulty you pour yourself a glass and salute yourself??Here Cums The Bride,? you toast yourself and down the shot. Attempting to strut sexily around the room, smoking as seductively as you know how, bottle in tow, you stagger drunkenly around the room singing your own version of the bride?s song. You take several swigs straight from the bottle. Suddenly, your eyes roll back into your head and you pass out, bottle in hand with a smile of things to come on your face. __________________ SIG TOO BIG! Maximum 120x60 button and no more than 3 text lines of DEFAULT SIZE and COLOR. Unless your sig is for a GFY top banner sponsor, then you may use a 624x80 instead of a 120x60.