So I’m about to download a porn.. and then I saw the preview screenshots.
I hate when someone tries to to talk to me or intrigue me before asking to have sex with me.
This does not need to be some fake friendship.
We do not need to have this amazing connection before I decide if we are going to fuck or not.
I’m feeling a lot better. I can’t wait to be 100% better. This nutt I’ve been saving is going to be insane. My balls are heavy.
As soon as I cum, I come to my senses. This isn’t love, I just like fucking you.
Me: Uh huh.
Him: Kiss me.
Me: Okay.
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January 29th 2013
I have been feeling quite under the weather lately. It was warmer today than it was for the past week. I wasn’t ready for the warm weather. Today was much of a blur, well the start anyway. It was as if nothing was going right, that was until I saw him. I had breezed by my classes and ended up in the lecture hall wanting to go home. After the hour and a half lecture, I decided to get a drink of water and I had gotten the text I had been waiting for, for about a month. “Can we talk?” I wanted to be a dick and ignore him but my heart jumped at the fact that I was going to get a chance to hear his voice again. I called him but no response. I can’t say I was surprised because I wasn’t. While walking to the bus stop, I got a text that said, meet me near broad and market; I just got off of work. I proceeded to walk over to meet him. I must have been waiting for forty five minutes, close to an hour when I felt this feeling in my chest to cry and these water droplets falling from my eyes. I guess in the back of my mind, I knew he was probably going to stand me up but I had hoped that maybe it would be different. As I put my headphones on and proceeded to walk off, a hand rushed to pull me back. It was him. My heart was pounding and I felt stupid. Seeing his face erased all the impatience and hurt that I had felt for being “stood up.” He looked at me and said “come on, let’s walk.” I didn’t say much of anything. He asked me why I was quiet but I didn’t answer. He began to lite up his cigarette and told me how good the day felt. He went to go to hold my hand but caught himself and stopped. I finally asked him what he wanted to talk about, but he looked down, flicking his cigarette, pretending to ignore my question. I wanted so bad to kiss him but I know that it wasn’t the time or place. We eventually talked about our day and how the week was going by so fast. We laughed for a few hours and I ended up getting some coffee at Broad St Coffee. It felt nice to be with him, like in the past. I missed those glowing eyes and his smile and his refreshing talks about the world and its many problems. It then got quiet, both of us looking at each other not sure where this will lead to next. After my coffee, we walked around some more until I decided to walk towards the direction of the bus stop. I wanted him to come with me. I knew that he wasn’t going to. I looked at him, that was all I could do. I told him that I thought it was best I go. I could tell he wanted me to stay, but I just couldn’t fool myself into thinking that this was more than what it was. We waited together for my bus for forty five minutes, I kissed his forehead and he told me he would text me later. I knew he wouldn’t. I got on the bus, sat in the back and waited before the next stop before I began to cry in the sleeve of my hoody.
I’m just going to start drinking my cum for breakfast to see if it does anything beneficial for my health.
I often fantasize waking up to the idea that I am no longer sad anymore.
