Asmodeus

No time for love Dr. Jones
2007-05-17 10:20:58 (UTC)

I wanted a girl, or should I say, she wanted me

So, I'm a dirty lying dog again. I just can't help myself,
can I? Can't keep myself out of trouble.

I met up with Tash the other night (the goth bird from the
Bridgeway that wanted my number). We've been chatting on
MSN for a couple of weeks now. We talk pretty dirty,
like... real dirty. We've met up a few times, and I can't
help but be flirty with her. So anyway, the other night
while Belinda was at TAFE/work, we met up out at Gepps
Cross and took her car down to the beach down near Port
Adelaide. We sat there talking and watching lightning for
like an hour, then we ended up kinda snuggling. I was
rubbing her back, I could tell she liked it, and it was
turnig her on, but I kept doing it. She started kissing my
neck as I was doing it, then we started making out. She
gave me possibly the best blow job I've ever had.

So why? Is it because I know she likes me that I can't say
no? Is it because she makes me feel wanted? Who the hell
knows. All I know is that now I feel like a guilty cunt.




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