yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i tell you i'm into the thirty plus crowd, you cough and raise your hand up and say check please. i think we could make it in the booth but i curb the need and we make it to the car where i rip at your shirt and pull at your pants, sucking cock until you say filthy things about me and youre all over, i'm feeling molested and reaching for the door when you lock it. you say it makes it that much better that i want to get away. we're leaving the party together and my knees are like two fish, wiggley cartilage. youre going down on me and i'm clawing your scalp with hands half the size of yours. youre so worked up and i'm feeling scared and turned on. its quiet when we kiss and fuck, just the sounds of fluid and heavy breathing.

i get out of the car saying 'any lovin' is good lovin', like peter frampton says, eh?' you reach for me but i'm already gone, stumbling to my honda with your wallet, laughing and laughing.

d-land