is there where they are giving free bagels ?
All great lovers are articulate and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction. I heart fully believe in this. A woman can be made to feel ecstatic, erotic, horny , sad , eternally happy merely using the power of words.and with women it's all about feel, it isn't about looks it's about how he makes her feel. does she laugh ? does she cry for him ? oh well i am differing very far from the intention of writing this post. the taming of the Chinese girl.
She was a good girl. she had modest goals and was happy living her little life. Before i swooped in and suddenly she found herself in the the women's loo of some club being felt up and down. there's a moment which arrives in the course of passionate interaction between men and women. It's the moment where her eyes negate her words. The moment where she is Ready to be taken upon. when her eyes and body language screams "take me". Sadly most men fail to recognise that. she gave me that look and i knew she had me. while i was talking to the waiter at our table she slid her foot between my legs but not yet in there. as if seeking permission to feel me up. i pushed her away. she was offended. next moment i kissed her in the middle of the sentence. she was confused. she came around and tried to feel me up again, using her hand and i pushed her away. It was like a cat and mouse game. she hated being dominated and modelled around by me. I had tamed the lion.and i really didn't care.
As i woke up today morning, somehow i started to think of my future. When i become popular will all these stories, the mistakes, the fuck buddies will come back to bite me in the ass. I guess there's no point in me trying to project a good boy image when i am famous. she feels nicer than i had thought. satin smooth skin, hairless pussy, firm breasts with tender nipples which go from sleep to hard on in 5 seconds. after many many years i did this in a loo. something about orgasming in public places that women love. I admit it's kinda thrilling.
In spite of all these things happening, i feel bored. static monotonous rotting. Entertaining myself with these emotionless stale flings. Trying to pretend there's nothing more than all this shit. what the fuck ? i am not even in a fucking mood to write. Motherfucking bitch this fucking shitty pissed off faggoty life. and well this is me in a happy place. i ain't even mad at life. ok enough of my fucking mood swings.
today is gonna be a drama. i can sense it. but i am looking forward to meeting the richgirlwithnicelegs again. she is single now and it should be interesting. Last year today, she kissed me in the parking lot as her boyfriend went to get his car. Now he ain't there no more. who knows where we will end up today. if only she was smart and funny i would've kept around for a while. But let's see what happens today.
I am gonna spend the afternoon listening to sad Italian love songs. hopefully It's just a mood swing i am having, i feel alone.
She was a good girl. she had modest goals and was happy living her little life. Before i swooped in and suddenly she found herself in the the women's loo of some club being felt up and down. there's a moment which arrives in the course of passionate interaction between men and women. It's the moment where her eyes negate her words. The moment where she is Ready to be taken upon. when her eyes and body language screams "take me". Sadly most men fail to recognise that. she gave me that look and i knew she had me. while i was talking to the waiter at our table she slid her foot between my legs but not yet in there. as if seeking permission to feel me up. i pushed her away. she was offended. next moment i kissed her in the middle of the sentence. she was confused. she came around and tried to feel me up again, using her hand and i pushed her away. It was like a cat and mouse game. she hated being dominated and modelled around by me. I had tamed the lion.and i really didn't care.
As i woke up today morning, somehow i started to think of my future. When i become popular will all these stories, the mistakes, the fuck buddies will come back to bite me in the ass. I guess there's no point in me trying to project a good boy image when i am famous. she feels nicer than i had thought. satin smooth skin, hairless pussy, firm breasts with tender nipples which go from sleep to hard on in 5 seconds. after many many years i did this in a loo. something about orgasming in public places that women love. I admit it's kinda thrilling.
In spite of all these things happening, i feel bored. static monotonous rotting. Entertaining myself with these emotionless stale flings. Trying to pretend there's nothing more than all this shit. what the fuck ? i am not even in a fucking mood to write. Motherfucking bitch this fucking shitty pissed off faggoty life. and well this is me in a happy place. i ain't even mad at life. ok enough of my fucking mood swings.
today is gonna be a drama. i can sense it. but i am looking forward to meeting the richgirlwithnicelegs again. she is single now and it should be interesting. Last year today, she kissed me in the parking lot as her boyfriend went to get his car. Now he ain't there no more. who knows where we will end up today. if only she was smart and funny i would've kept around for a while. But let's see what happens today.
I am gonna spend the afternoon listening to sad Italian love songs. hopefully It's just a mood swing i am having, i feel alone.
1 comment:
si, molto bello !
can't live without good music !
i spent the afternoon listenin to
bocelli,ramazzotti and verdi !
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