Wednesday, August 5, 2015

My old roommate's boyfriend....

I knew this bitch a long time ago. She was always a bitch. I think she was a bitch because she was insecure about a lot of things. She was overweight, ugly, she had these scars all over her because she had some kind of rash thing going on. Any way when we were both 18 we lived together for about 2 years. We got along for the most part, but it was like she didn't know about this nifty invention called...soap. The bitch showered once a week. I kid you not. ONCE A WEEK!!
The one really good thing about her though, that I used to my full advantage. Her boyfriend was very attractive. He was a dork. Bright blue eyes. Dark hair. Tall. Muscles. For the life of me I have no clue why he was ever with her. Maybe he felt bad. Maybe he lost a bet or he could have known her for a long time therefor he never saw how bitchy she actually was. 
He would come over to the house and I would walk around in a tight little tank top and a pair of boy shorts. Hoping to lure him away from Brittany so I could get him into my bedroom and seduce him by showing him how badass I am at Call of Duty. I'm an ok gamer. So far my best match has been 42/3. That is exceptionally good. I figured since he was a gamer, maybe I could seduce him with my skills as a gamer as well as something I am very good at with my mouth. And no you don't have to give a million blowjobs to get good at it. Some people are just born with the skill. 
About a week before Brittany started hating me we were getting along really well. Then one night James came over. I was already in my tight little tank top and my boy shorts with a match of Call of Duty ready to go. I left my door open ever so slightly so that James would be able to hear the game play going on and hopefully take the bait and come into my room and shut the door. About 15 minutes later I got exactly what I wanted. I finished my match while talking to James about all the new features in the new maps. Glitches that were happening. Where all the best wall guns are. Then while he was waiting to join a game I decided to go get myself something to drink. I asked him if he wanted anything. He said "No thanks". I just wanted to make sure I walked by him so he could get a nice shot of my ass. He did. I heard a distinctive gulp sound coming from behind me. By the time I got back he still hadn't gotten into a match, so I decided to roll up a blunt to pass the time. Brittney popped her head in a told us she was going to her mothers. She did this on a regular basis. Leaving her boyfriend alone with her roommate because to her James was the sweetest guy with the best of intentions. I knew better. He is a man. They have been together for three months and they still haven't slept together because she doesn't want to "taint their relationship". I have also been walking around in tight clothing with slutty panties on for the same amount of time. Making him want it even more. 
His match ended so he handed me the controller and I waited in a lobby to join a match. The blunt kept getting passed back and forth. The blunt ended and I finally made it into a match. I could tell already that he wanted me. He was trying to hide what was growing in his pants. This was a cock that could not be hidden. I got wet as soon as I saw the bulge in his pants. I knew this was going to happen. I wanted this to happen. My body was aching for him to fuck me. This whole time I've been thinking "fuck me, please, I want you inside me!!!" 
I had enough with the waiting so after my match while he was waiting to get into another. I took out a lollipop and started sucking on it. Making sure he could see me. His cock got harder and bigger in his pants. I got wetter and wetter. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the lollipop in the trash and slid down the bed next to him. His match started so I don't think he even realized I was right in front of him on my knees. I got closer to him and positioned his arms a little higher than they were so that I could  undo his buckle and unzip his pants without ruining his match. I slowly unzipped his pants and slowly pulled his cock out. I started slowly sucking on the tip. Sucking in and sliding my tongue all around the tip of his delicious cock. Then I continued to slowly go down the shaft sucking in as hard as I can while slowly going down his entire shaft and deep throating in every inch of his manhood. He ended the game and put the controller down at this point and started running his fingers through my hair. I opened my bright blue eyes and looked directly at him. He must have really liked this because he let out a loud moan. I decided to get up and go on the bed. I was curious what his reaction would be. I wasn't disappointed. 
He ripped my shirt in half and my underwear got torn to shreds. He grabbed me and pulled me as close as two people can get. His breathing was so heavy that it turned me on even more. He ran his hands all over my entire body, feeling every inch of me as if he was memorizing me. The amount of passion between us was incredible. I never felt anything like it in my life. Then he pushed me down on my back, held my arms over me and slowly put his cock in my almost virginal pussy. I gasped for air. It felt like our souls were intertwining. Our hands were all over each other. The headboard was hitting the wall so hard that we created a whole. He flipped me over, tied my wrists to the headboard and bent me over. Thrusting behind me, his cock giving me pleasure I have never felt before with any other lover. It didn't take him long to finish. What do you expect for a man who hasn't had sex in probably a couple months. 
After we just layed in bed for hours, Laying in the dark holding each other while listening to one another's heartbeat. I was the most amazing night of my life. 

Monday, August 3, 2015

My Boyfriend Has the Attention Span of a Squirrel...

I swear to god, sometime's it's like talking to a fucking wall. I could be talking to him for a couple minutes before I even realize that he wasn't paying attention to anything I said. It's like he never listens. It kind of hurts. Like I'm not important enough for him to listen to.
He will be on his phone for a while...like and hour. Playing a game or scrolling through Facebook. He doesn't even realize that he's been on his phone that long. 
We have the same fights over and over again. Like tonight. He shows me a picture and it's of a couple. He tells me the guy is his friend and his girl is pregnant. The girl is my boyfriends ex. Excuse me but why do I need to know about your ex. Your ex who is thinner than, prettier than me, probably more adventurous than me and has nice hair. I won't fuck you in the back of a car, but maybe she would.
For fuck sake he brings up his ex's a lot more than anyone should when they have been with and have been living with their spouse for almost 3 years. There are certain things that you just don't do in a relationship. That's one of them. DON'T TALK ABOUT EX'S!!!
It's not like I sit there and tell him about my ex's. I hardly ever bring them up. They are my ex's for a reason. They all cheated on me and used me for anything they could get from me. 
Back to the original topic. I just wish my boyfriend could pay more attention to me. You say you love me, right? So why is it so hard to pay attention to me? It shouldn't be. 


I'm going to go to sleep now. Melatonin is kicking in....

Bedtime....

Me and my boyfriend are laying in bed, smoking a joint and watching Corpse Bride. If you haven't seen Corpse Bride I suggest that you find it and watch it....NOW!!!
There are a lot of things I will be talking about in this blog. Some you will like, others you will dislike. It is not my intention for you to like me or what I have to say on here. My intention for this blog is to have some kind of outlet for my anger, depression, memories that haunt me and the all around overwhelming amount of thoughts that are flowing through my brain at any given moment. Whether it be a memory from when I was a child, random thoughts or a memory from a party where I blacked out, did cocaine and got raped. My thought's dictate what I post. I could have a really boring day and just write about that. 
I used to write things every once in a while so I might post things like that from time to time. They're not good. They're not bad either...ok some of them are really bad. There was a website when I was younger, I forget what the name was, anyway you would enter your poem, short story or haiku and they would send you this letter in the mail. In this letter they would ask your permission to publish your poem. I sent them a really ridiculous poem just to see if they would publish anything or if my poems were actually good enough to be published. I waited a couple weeks for the letter and sure enough I got the letter in the mail asking for permission to publish my poem in a book of poems with  crap ton of other people. You also had the option to order your own copy of the book your poem was published in for eighty dollars. I thought eighty dollars was ridiculous, but I bought a copy just for the fuck of it. I received said book in the mail and I was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the book. It had gold on the edges or something that looked like gold, a ribbon attached as a bookmark and a decent hard cover. After all was said and done I ended up ripping out some pages for gift wrapping and then I set the book on fire in my backyard.
This is what I mean when I say that I will be posting random things. I just ranted about a stupid crappy poem publishing website. 

Any who... Corpse Bride...Check It Out.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Right Now...2:24 am

I am sitting on the couch watching my boyfriend play a video game. Our dog is laying next to me. I just set up this blog not even 20 minutes ago. I'm wondering how long I can commit to writing in this. I have no idea.
Im in quite a bit of pain right now. Not a lot of people know what fibromyalgia is. I don't blame you. You don't hear alot about it. Maybe a commercial or two here and there every once in a while. Basically it is painful. I can't even get out of bed some days. This is only my second or third time out of bed today. I don't know if I will even get any sleep tonight. Not like it's that important anyway. I have no job, no commitments and no life. I do have to try to get up early though. I forgot that I do have a couple things that I have to get done before 2pm. DAMNIT!!! there's no more milk. Therefore I cannot make chocolate milk before I attempt to sleep.
Well looks like I'm going to roll a joint (yes I smoke marijuana, get over it) and throw on a cartoon. Maybe that will help me sleep. Maybe not.