we had sex
on the way home it was pouring down like a motherfucker and i got absolutely soaked and all my socks are wet and i was freezing cold and I FUCKING LOVED IT!!!! AND I RAN....LIKE SPRINTED...LIKE BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I WAS LIKE ONE OF THE FASTEST PEOPLE IN MY CITY...AND IT WAS LIKE...YAY!!! I LOVE GETTING WET IN THE RAIN!!!
the sex was nice...he tried to give me drugs...it half worked.
i'm breaking...i'm going to have sex with the yemenite...right now. bye
the boyfriend is no more...we met after i had to wait for him for over an hour, he spoke on the phone and texted the entire time we were together, we drove an hour and a half to his house, i sucked his cock for 78km...no idea how many miles that is...it amounts to most of the way there...my whole mouth and surrounding areas was red.
Jon, I know that you and him were going through something while it happened, but it's time to be the bigger man and get in touch with him, first call an ambulance to his address, call him, go there if you must, but you can't leave him there, you know how much he loves you.
please call an ambulance for pat! whoever knows how/where....
CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE CHECK IN ON PATRICK!?!?!? LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!
HE'S TAKEN SOMETHING....IS SOMEBODY IN HIS AREA?
JON TALK TO HIM!
ANYONE WHO'S GOT THE ABILITY TO...LOOK IN ON PAT!
i'm not fucking kidding!
i just went on the dating site to delete my account on account of having kinda gotten a bf. nothing you can't undo should he turn out a psycho but you know...just taking myself off he market....anyway...a messege awaiting me there from BEAUTIFUL army officer...and ...well...about a second after that i get a messege from an even hotter guy...moroccan...sixpack...aaah i dunno if i can't stand this temptation....ITS FUCKING HARD...TOO MANY HOT MEN...SO MUCH!!!!
hmmmmm i don't wanna be like that..but....GAD DAMNIT!
if you only say those pictures....ohhhhhh *salivates*
meow....so tiered! no sleep!
window fogging (literally)
-lives in be'er sheva (my favourite city...where i was born, only downside is it's very close to gaza and within range of missiles from our little palestinian pals)
-body of a karate instructor (hehehehe...need i say more?)
-blows like a pro (though he hopefully isn't a "pro")
-EXTREMELY EXTREMELY HANDSOME!
-has ass worth going to war for
im being too nice to everyone here today so i'm sooo signing off for the day.
i might not be around much the next few days on account of having planned a sexfest with a boy who's quickly becomming boyfriend material....which means i also wont be sharing the intimate details of our time together (sorry kids). But! hope you all have a wonderful time doing...whatever it is you do you sick teenage freaks....and eh....i'll come and make my very to the point/insightful comments on u'r journals and forums sooooooonnnnnn!
i think i'm starting to understand why my friends say i dress like a russian prostitute...
JEFF (and anyone with knowledge in this area) i need a little "advice" on sex clubs....what are they like? and what do i wear to one? coz i'm going to one with a boy on thursday!
just came back from shopping using the vouchers my family gave me for my 21st.
following yesterday's little scuffle...and upon seeking consultation from certain senior and very sexy members of this site...we have devised a plan to set it all correctly.
I think the problem with all you disgusting teenagers is that you need, desperately so, some sex.
so tim, ferrets, C-Bitch, kaj (you don't need sex i just wanna give it to ya!)....i volunteer!
disclaimer: any law enforcement agencies that might or might not be reading this, don't tell the disgusting teenagers, but i am in fact, joking....i only fuck older and/or moroccan men.
complexity of interlocking problems feed off one another creating a giant woven indescribable problem, cannot tell you how it feels, haven't the words...cannot solve it because it's out of my hands and also cannot be unravelled, listing feelings seems pointless because none of the individually nor collectively capture the feeling...words of comfort are nice but do little in affect. the solution is simple and genius but unatainable.
loving you in my way
I think it's time i went to confession...only that's stupid coz i've done nothing wrong...
so quite randomly the straight boy starts talking to me on messenger last night...wants to see me again...wants to see the painting i painted...his portrait. he loved it....it's a very good painting and a good likeness...but more importantly it's just him, through and through...the idiot.
and the rest of the oasis members and guests either just sat back and said "well that whole shitstorm was fucked up!", laughed like hell, or ran away...never to returnnnnnn...bye bye bitches!
i went into a sex shop yesterday and there was straight porn for guys who like watching women rub/eat their own shit....the cover was a naked girl covered in brown. i don't think i've ever been more turned off than in that sex shop...perhaps i should work there.