dear god..
j's in the living room wearing my headlamp and sewing his clothes and all i can think about is how fucking cute he is. and then i wish i didn't think that. but he's got the lamp pulled down over his dark hair, and then his glasses underneath that, with those green eyes shining through, and then those lips. thin, with the small bit of a mustache on the top, beautiful bone structure, glassy eyes..grrr..
and i wish i didn't have romantic feelings for him, because part of me just wants to go out there and fuck the shit out of him. but i know that he wouldn't, because by god, when we even just kissed he had a nervous breakdown, and i think it's because it was too emotional, i'm just too emotional i guess, because i just wanted to stare into those eyes forever, and for him to say something like, i love you, or, i want to be with you, and i want to take you and travel the world with you, and you're beautiful (which he did say) and on and on. but just for tonight, i wish that none of that happened, and i wish that no one else ever existed, because i would walk out there and throw him down and kiss him so hard, and i'd rip that headlamp off his head along with the rest of his clothes, and fuck the ever living shit out of him.
i want to hear him fucking moan, i want it to be dirty dirty dirty, but fun, and i want to laugh really fucking hard, and be all chatty and talk at the same time, talk about life, talk about fucking, talk about everything.
instead i'll sit here and try to get my fan back from him so at least i can use my fucking vibrator tonight and then i'll think about how i came out to this guy at work, and how when m came in tonight to talk and she laid on my bed in that hot little skirt how i kinda felt like closing the door and kissing her red, red lips. but not only that, i wanted to play with her hair, and maybe giggle alot and i wanted her to be really girly, and then i could be really girly, and i'd think in my head, god, you're so much like meagan, with those hips and those breasts, god, you are so much like meagan.
somebody fucking fuck me now.
and i wish i didn't have romantic feelings for him, because part of me just wants to go out there and fuck the shit out of him. but i know that he wouldn't, because by god, when we even just kissed he had a nervous breakdown, and i think it's because it was too emotional, i'm just too emotional i guess, because i just wanted to stare into those eyes forever, and for him to say something like, i love you, or, i want to be with you, and i want to take you and travel the world with you, and you're beautiful (which he did say) and on and on. but just for tonight, i wish that none of that happened, and i wish that no one else ever existed, because i would walk out there and throw him down and kiss him so hard, and i'd rip that headlamp off his head along with the rest of his clothes, and fuck the ever living shit out of him.
i want to hear him fucking moan, i want it to be dirty dirty dirty, but fun, and i want to laugh really fucking hard, and be all chatty and talk at the same time, talk about life, talk about fucking, talk about everything.
instead i'll sit here and try to get my fan back from him so at least i can use my fucking vibrator tonight and then i'll think about how i came out to this guy at work, and how when m came in tonight to talk and she laid on my bed in that hot little skirt how i kinda felt like closing the door and kissing her red, red lips. but not only that, i wanted to play with her hair, and maybe giggle alot and i wanted her to be really girly, and then i could be really girly, and i'd think in my head, god, you're so much like meagan, with those hips and those breasts, god, you are so much like meagan.
somebody fucking fuck me now.
posted by L | 9:11 PM
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You go girl! I love it I love it I love it!
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