Archive | March 26, 2011

“I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it.”

“I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it.”

Oh, yeah.  Is there anything better than being bad for just a little bit?  I don’t think so.  The rush, the thrill, the excitement of it all.  Spank me baby.  I’ve been bad.

Where am I going with this?  To the bedroom?  No.  After last night I don’t think I could go through that again.  It started out alright once it finally got started.  The problem lies not in getting it started.  He was started way before I was.  Some of the many thoughts that were running through my head last night:

  • Is he ever gonna just fuck me?
  • My hand is getting really tired now because this is a really weird angle.
  • Is he just not going to get on top & fuck me ever again?
  • This means I’ll have to get on top if I want it.
  • My damn knee is gonna hurt if I get on top.
  • Shit, my aunt wanted my blog address.
  • I wish he’d go for the lube.  We’re gonna need it.
  • How long am I supposed to do this?  Until he cums?  Then I won’t get any.  That’s not fair.
  • Great, now he’ pushing on my head making it bounce like I’m going down on him.  Not going to happen.  Give and you shall receive.
  • Fine, I’ll get on top.
  • I really could use some lube.
  • Damn that hurts.  Take it easy boy!  I’m the one on top here.  If you want control then you get off your ass and up on top of me.
  • Finally, an orgasm, by me, not him.  No visions of pretty colors this time.  I do need to lay down now though.
  • Dammit!  Don’t start pushing my head toward your crotch!  Fuck! (bad fuck, not good fuck)
  • Stop trying to maneuver yourself so that my face is in your crotch.  Will not happen.
  • I should just roll over and go to sleep like he does.  Leave him with blue balls.
  • I give up.  Just cum already and stop trying to beat your cock into my mouth.
  • Thank goodness that’s over.  Now don’t touch me.