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I was blessed to get tickets to Jimmy Kimmel Live yesterday. The rest of this entry is typed and is to be read in the most lustful Blanche Deveraux voice one can muster.
I have been attending free tapings of TV shows in this time of underemployment. I decided to check for tickets to late night shows and I’ll be! Idris Elba was gonna be a guest on Jimmy Kimmel Live (which is not actually live). I clicked to sign up and get tickets from some internal yearning to be set on fire by a black gawd!
As I sat in the audience the pre-recorded show intro played and I received my last confirmation that this hunk of a man would most definitely be on the show. I took in a deep breath in anticipation of the sight of Black Adonis!
The moment came when his shadow appeared behind the blue lit door. I inhaled and butterflies shot up in my stomach. Circling and settling in my uterus in the shape of a heart. When the door opened my body jerked and my lady parts tingled. Deep within me a yearning arose from the most inner parts of my anatomy and I released a soft moan of OOOOOHHHH that I am sure the man sitting next to me heard.
His pants were so tight and I honed in on his manhood and the length of his legs and the sveltness of his torso. His long arms, broad shoulders and large commanding hands. His accent finally settled into my ears like like a Luther Vandross OOO OOOOO OOOOOO. The salt and pepper accentuating his beard, his white teeth, his purple high top converse and slightly cuffed skinny jeans. I wish I was that chocolate he was cutting into shavings during the cooking segment.
I’m jealous of Guillermo’s mom, Elba…she got a hug and was his play wife for like 10 minutes.
Lord Have Mercy…I think I need to go sit out on the veranda and drink a nice refreshing glass of lemonade as these vapors are damn near impossible to relinquish. [bite curled up pointer finger in hot blooded anguish]
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