text message theater.
02Dec07
Fuckbuddy: Full of whiskey. Thinking of fucking you.
Me: Yeah?
Fuckbuddy: Oh yes. My mind is wandering.
Me: I’m pretty tipsy myself.
Fuckbuddy: It’s been a while for you and me.
Me: It has.
Fuckbuddy: That’s going to change.
Me: Good. It’s been too long.
Fuckbuddy: I’m thinking about fucking you now. Roughly. You remember how my cock feels inside you, right?
Me: You’ve got a beautiful cock. I miss your cock.
Fuckbuddy: I miss your mouth.
thats pretty cool
I’ve only recently started reading your blog and i’m totally addicted! Your writing is amazing and the stuff you write about is even better. I can’t help but want more.
Thank you. Sometimes I ask myself why I do this, and why anyone else would want to read it. I’ve come to realize that I do it for the release and the preserved memory — I’m glad to know that it has some interest value for other people too.