Unf. Part One.
Since you’ve been lacking entries, I’ll write one entry for all. Alex first:
Well. I can’t honestly even describe my love for this sexy, skinny legged beast. Since I enjoy music, it’d only be fitting we were at a Blink-182 concert, where he was on one side of the stage, and I on the other. He looks at me, longingly of course, like I haven’t been having eye sex with him this entire time while listening to the orgasmic voices of Tom and Mark. He winks at me, via a BBM cause he needs to be all discreet like the manly man that he is. Then he walks away towards the buses and I follow shortly after, not wanting to be too obvious, yet not caring. He smiles through the window of Blinks bus, and I follow him up there. Already naked, hes covering himself in whipped cream, since chocolate syrup is gross. I undress myself not even wanting to waste time. I jump on top of him and the excess whipped cream is smacked off of his body, onto the tile, for a messy, slippery love making and fucking platform. He rides me like a silly pony and I don’t mind at all. The bus is shaking so hard we’re sliding everywhere. It’s fricken’ awesome. His ugly hair doesn’t even bother me, cause I’m tugging on it so hard to get a hold onto something that isn’t covered in whipped cream or sweat. We finally finish, utterly exhausted as he’s fucked me front , back, and sideways. Still covered in whipped cream, we get dressed and leave the Blink bus with a lot of cleaning up to do.
Clearly no one has that much frustration. Detail is a necessity.
