My creative writing professor orgasmed reading my story.
She was so compelled that she kept hi fiveing me after every paragraph.
I felt so good about myself.
Today was a good day.
I want to go outside and do something but I have no one to do anything with. =[
I wish I had more friends that lived near me so I could do stuff with.
I haven’t been outside at all today and I am just over everything.
Sometimes I want to paint instead of write;
allow me to use your body as my canvas.
I miss the way your morning breath kisses lingered on my lips after you’ve just had a cigarette.
I wish I could erase every instance of your kiss
but your lips are so easy to reminisce.
I’m so insecure that I scare away everyone I’d ever want to be friends with. Thanks to the few who weren’t scared away.
me and my boyfriend realized that the handicap stall in the men’s bathroom was a glory hole because as I waited for my bf to piss, another man jumped into the stall with another guy and started blowing him obnoxiously loud. All you heard were moans and sucking for five minutes. I didn’t want to leave and I must admit I kind of got turned on and hard just listening to them.
An hour later we went back to piss, and there were two other guys there. I noticed different shoes. lol
I feel like sex right now.
For someone who never has money for themselves and hasn’t gone shopping in over two and a half years I feel like a million bucks.
I love my life, my friends and my wonderful boyfriend.
Thank you for all the blessings, universe,
I appreciate them ten fold.
Too many people do not know
the difference between affection and infection
so they allow whomever shows them attention
to create a falsified connection
of a lust unprotected
that ends up being a death sentence.
I want to fill your insides with my liquid lust
without pretending that this is making love
because we both know what we are here for;
moans and erupting bodily fluids until we’re sweaty and sore.