Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Continued

So, its 3:30 in the morning and I find myself sitting on the lap of a man who is my type to the tee. He's 6"6, dark chocolate, facial hair, cute and just everything I want. Gay. I know this. So why I was sitting on his lap, rubbing his head and whispering in his ear....I had no idea.

He was like..."You need to stop. I haven't fucked a girl in a long time. You're gonna be mad if I put it in the wrong hole. You're too gorgeous to be playing with boys like me."

He had a point.

Jesus, the wheel. Take it. Clearly, I'm out of control!
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