this entry, while funny does have a lesson. l0l
Women, there is a difference in being in a sexual relationship, and just being somebody's personal slut.
So, three weeks since we last hooked up.
I didn't really want to talk to her anymore. What had started as a friendship sparked by a shared love for fashion had turned into lustful barter for sex between two young people. But, the enjoyment was more than absent for me at this point.
It had gotten so bad that when I saw her name on my screen for a call or text, I knew there was only one thing she wanted, scrotum. So, after getting hip to her whoreness, I decided I'd have a little fun. Non-head giving was one of my fortes in this poke'n'stroke relationship. I refused to put my tongue anywhere near the cooch of a girl that swallowed my future children with the snap of my finger, let alone the fact that I never intended to make her my girlfriend. But one day, something in me said, "[My name goes here] go ahead and do it, have a little fun".
I told her to come over. She came in. We spoke and drank some lemonade. I was on facebook, and then she went up stairs. It's game time. I waited a minute before I went upstairs because I honestly didn't feel like having sex at the moment. I had a test the next day. But, who cared. So I went upstairs with the intent to eat box like I had never eaten before. Like, I wanted cardboard on my mustache. We kissed. I "hand prepared her filet mingon" (listening to Wayne as I write this". And then, I decided to go in for the munch. I said, "Take you panties off". She did. I rubbed my hands, bit my tongue, and then....
I walked out the room, put my shoes on, and left.
I didn't just walk outside to get something though. I went to get something to eat. Hit the grocery store, and I stopped by the ice cream shop. Needless to say, she was gone when I got back.
Wouldn't trade it for the world though. That was comedy.
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Until we meet again,