tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81977342011-04-21T21:47:05.471ZOH WHY COULDN'T YOU GET A BONERSOMETIMES YOU'RE THE BIRD, SOMETIMES YOU'RE THE WINDSCREEN.
Bluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197734.post-1102443392571232212004-09-10T15:48:00.001Z2004-12-07T18:16:32.570Z(5 of 8) No, I like my pubic hair but thanks for asking.[In which you have a bed hair day]
You did end up going home. You’d talked about how you might, considering you've been working till really late and your sleeping patterns have changed, and it soon became obvious that cuddling and assuming sleeping positions wasn’t taking you anywhere. After much creaking and stretching trying to leave the bed without waking him up - which he’d said you wouldn’tBluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197734.post-1094670732808917242004-09-08T19:08:00.000Z2004-11-20T04:44:22.050Z(4 of 8) Could you lick your nipples please?[In which you realise you haven't seen it all but wish you had]Days of hanging out in movie theatres and outside cafes followed. So much so that you are getting tired of it. You both have your own flats! He has yet to invite you to come round - but then he does. You go.
You’re watching a movie (interrupted by snogging sessions from the couch to the floor where, I might add, bacteria seem to be ofBluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197734.post-1094670466332422512004-09-08T19:06:00.000Z2004-11-20T04:37:27.470Z(3 of 8) The Penis Monologues[In which you find that blablabla, blablablablabla.]So you go to the movies. (King Arthur, *shudder*. Worth it only because of Ioan Gruffud, that sexy sexy wonder that makes verbs like “grind” pop into your head). And you leaned over to use his shirt to wipe your glasses. And he seized the day and kissed you. He didn’t touch your breast. He tongue-kissed you and very hormonally so. You were both Bluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197734.post-1094917635939744902004-09-08T19:03:00.000Z2004-11-20T04:35:06.150Z(2 of 8) Boobie Prize(In which you begin to suspect you may be so unlucky as to have been awarded 2 freaks in a row)
Not quite. Tongue entered, probed for 3 seconds and then quickly retreated. You had vague, defuncty thoughts but then decided he was probably as unsure and baffled as you were. And you liked him not pushing it. All was well. He said goodbye with a firm kiss on your lips. Well done.
This chronology Bluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197734.post-1094523645959349972004-09-07T05:11:00.000Z2004-11-20T04:33:03.140Z(1 of 8) Thank God that freak show is over![The 1st in a series aiming to purge, since pleasing doesn't seem to be an option.][This header format is in honour of "The Name of the Rose" but unlike book, length will be kept under control]
[PROLOGUE: boyfriend dumped a few months ago - hence The Defunct. Thank God that freak show is over! Enter a new character, fingers crossed. Dimmed light.]
You’d met him before, at a friend’s friend’s Bluohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07266931229321171313noreply@blogger.com1