Busy Day
In addition to presenting a budget to a committee for the campus' Gay/Straight Alliance, writing a term paper, and a meeting with a professor, in the past twenty-four hours, I have kissed three women, and fucked two out of three. And I didn't have the time to shower between any of them. GROSS.
I know, I know. You're terribly curious. The first, obviously, was Bruh. After an evening of fighting I went to stay the night at her place. We actually had a lot of big breakthroughs in our relationship (starting to get into family shit... I'm scared but willing to proceed) but only fucked for fifteen minutes or so. Scarily enough, it's starting to feel like "love making," as much as I hate that term as well as that action. I can't be myself in bed when I have to "make love" to someone. I mean, I'm an emotional person, I have feelings, but sometimes- I just want to FUCK.
The second, not so obviously, was Old Faithful. We've fooled around occasionally since our breakup, always randomly. Today it was a last minute thing, literally. It was 7:32PM, and I had actually already walked her down out of my building when I had a whim and informed her that she would be coming back up to my room for a moment. It was decent. I felt pretty guilty the whole time so I couldn't really get into it. I walked her back down at 7:49PM, but she forgot her hat, so I didn't actually get back to my room until 7:52PM. I had a date with Clown Momma at 8.
The date was wonderful, actually, despite my reservations about seeing other people. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant and then came back to my house to watch a movie. Five minutes into it, I turned to her and said, "I don't want to watch a movie. I hate almost every movie I've ever seen. I just really, really want to smoke a clove, and I want to make out with you, for a really, really long time."
We never did smoke that clove.
I like the way Clown Momma kisses... It's been awhile since I've been with anyone soft. She was very tactile, running her hands up and down my arms and just generally paying attention to every visible area of skin. Eventually there became more areas to pay attention to, as we both ended up topless. (She started it. True story.) In any case, that was as far as things got, both because it was getting late and because I could not live with myself if I fucked three girls in one day WITHOUT showering at all. Too raunchy even for me. In other news... Clown Momma is spending the night with me Friday. I'm sort of double booked, since Baritone Neonazi (a guy friend of mine who used to try really hard to get me to have a threesome with him) is coming over with a bottle of my best pal, Southern Comfort. I'll have him out early and have her in late. I honestly don't think we'll have sex, though. It's very lesbian chic to have a first sleepover with panties remaining on. If you wear panties, that is, which I don't. But you get the picture.
There's Old Faithful texting me, asking me to stay the night with her. Not tonight, pal. I've had a busy day. Time to kick back in my own bed.
Sweet dreams, y'all.
The Sapphic Southern Belle
I know, I know. You're terribly curious. The first, obviously, was Bruh. After an evening of fighting I went to stay the night at her place. We actually had a lot of big breakthroughs in our relationship (starting to get into family shit... I'm scared but willing to proceed) but only fucked for fifteen minutes or so. Scarily enough, it's starting to feel like "love making," as much as I hate that term as well as that action. I can't be myself in bed when I have to "make love" to someone. I mean, I'm an emotional person, I have feelings, but sometimes- I just want to FUCK.
The second, not so obviously, was Old Faithful. We've fooled around occasionally since our breakup, always randomly. Today it was a last minute thing, literally. It was 7:32PM, and I had actually already walked her down out of my building when I had a whim and informed her that she would be coming back up to my room for a moment. It was decent. I felt pretty guilty the whole time so I couldn't really get into it. I walked her back down at 7:49PM, but she forgot her hat, so I didn't actually get back to my room until 7:52PM. I had a date with Clown Momma at 8.
The date was wonderful, actually, despite my reservations about seeing other people. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant and then came back to my house to watch a movie. Five minutes into it, I turned to her and said, "I don't want to watch a movie. I hate almost every movie I've ever seen. I just really, really want to smoke a clove, and I want to make out with you, for a really, really long time."
We never did smoke that clove.
I like the way Clown Momma kisses... It's been awhile since I've been with anyone soft. She was very tactile, running her hands up and down my arms and just generally paying attention to every visible area of skin. Eventually there became more areas to pay attention to, as we both ended up topless. (She started it. True story.) In any case, that was as far as things got, both because it was getting late and because I could not live with myself if I fucked three girls in one day WITHOUT showering at all. Too raunchy even for me. In other news... Clown Momma is spending the night with me Friday. I'm sort of double booked, since Baritone Neonazi (a guy friend of mine who used to try really hard to get me to have a threesome with him) is coming over with a bottle of my best pal, Southern Comfort. I'll have him out early and have her in late. I honestly don't think we'll have sex, though. It's very lesbian chic to have a first sleepover with panties remaining on. If you wear panties, that is, which I don't. But you get the picture.
There's Old Faithful texting me, asking me to stay the night with her. Not tonight, pal. I've had a busy day. Time to kick back in my own bed.
Sweet dreams, y'all.
The Sapphic Southern Belle
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