“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.