can you dig it?...I knew that you could...
Meet Casey...
http://www.myspace.com/992762
This is the guy I've been allowing to cum on my face for the last month or so...
I met Casey the same way I seem to meet most people...public transportation. I don't know what it is about me but I have yet to have a bus ride where I'm not hit on, sang to or have my ear talked off. I've tried to bury myself in my book, turn my music up, even act CraZy on occasion, but nothing seems to work. If I had to take a guess though...I would say it all stems back to my "Minnesota Nice" Midwest upbringing where your not only encouraged but expected to make eye contact and say hello to complete strangers...and I won't even get into how confused this made me when we would later have the "don't talk to strangers" talk.
I knew immediately that even engaging in conversation with him was just asking for trouble. He was cocky, intelligent and radiated sex and I had to fight my urge to immediately straddle him right there on the bus. Needless to say I gave into my lust and gave Casey my digits.
I could talk on the phone for hours about any and everything...I once carried on a nearly 2 hour conversation with my friend Lantz about the beetles influence on music while I lay puking and dying from what turned out to be food poisoning (God damn long john silver...)but I recognize that some people have poor phone skillz (cough,jane,cough) and this is also why I feel Man invented text messaging-which I have to admit I've become addicted to...since I spend a large portion of my time riding a bus or walking amongst armys of Asians and Filipinos I find text messaging much more easy to focus on then a faint voice that sounds lifetimes away...the following is just an example of the ridiculousness I wasted my text messages on...Casey is boogie man. Why you ask? good question. I don't have an answer though...this is just what I tend to do with people as I have this need to nick name everyone and everything...I'm assuming there was an obscure reference made and I deemed it nick name worthy...in any event its hilarious b/c when my friends ask to use my phone to call a mutual friend the conversation is always as follows "where the hell is Kayleen's #" "duh, under K-Dawg where it belongs dumbass..geez"
boogie man: "early bird gets the worm"
me: "I have yet to see a worm in Hawaii"
boogie man: "ya know what? either have I...weird. Lets go worm hunting when you get off work tomorrow"
me: "sure thing, but we will need some water, a stick...and most importantly find some legitimate dirt"
boogie man: "and a flash light"
me: "for ambiance?"
boogie man: "for the worms"
me: "oh."
I can say with much confidence that Casey and I spent more time texting each other ridiculous things than we ever did fucking...but both we're equally as enjoyable. You can go ahead and read into that what you will...Casey was exactly what I thought he would be in bed(kinky, instructional, and all about the dirty talk)which was somewhat disappointing to me...I would prefer a little more of a surprise or at least some mystery...I understand that a lot of women would have quit reading this post as soon as I said "This is the guy I've been allowing to cum on my face for the last month or so..." as they would never allow such a thing to take place and find it extremely demeaning on many levels...but these are also the women who have prolly never orgasmed...EVER and are most likely the equivalent of fucking a sock. Sex is a just a whole lot of give and take. As long as what your wanting isn't going to cause me bodily harm or leave a mark that I can't cover up tomorrow...I'm down. You just better be too..and don't even play, b/c you know exactly what I mean...but I have to be honest and say that if I would have had any clue the "volume" of cum we were talking about here I doubt I would have been so willing...I mean (and women please back me up on this) if it takes more than 3 wipes of the face and your blindly looking for another towel...that’s just wrong.
"Women tell me that I cum more than anyone they've ever seen"
"Hmm...maybe thats something you wanted mention before you tried to drown me..."
oh, and since I'm doing some quotes I have to include Jane's favorite.
The first night Casey slept over I had to get up and go to work...we were getting ready to say good bye and he said "come here, and give me a hug babe." to which I said "I can't, I just put my back pack on" which is hilarious enough on its own...but a couple weeks later we were saying goodbye again and he said "I would say come here and give me a hug-but I see you already put your back pack on- you obviously do that on purpose" "what? I have no idea what your talking about..."
ok...so I'm not a big cuddlier...so sue me. I mean I think I have potential in that area...but if the sex comes before the cuddling...why the hell do I wanna back track?? I suppose if I met a guy who had more will power than myself when it comes to sex and the cuddling was first...LOL who am I kidding??-there’s no such guy.
I'm not sure how or why it happened but I did start to really like Casey...or at least really liked him in my bed...its just too bad that he turned out to be such a piece of work. Casey is your typical high maintence attention whore (in a lot of ways he was the equivalent to dating a chic...and I'd tell him this all the time...along with " If I wanted to date whiny bitches I'd be a lesbian") so when he just went MIA for a week- I figured he'd finally found someone to tell him he’s pretty or he just didn't want me to see him scruffy and in need of a mascara dye and waxing...but this was not the case- apparently he needs to leave Hawaii because his ex-wife (who I'm pretty sure is still his wife legally...b/c if you can't afford rent...how you gonna pay for a divorce) had pressed assault charges on him and he thought it was gonna blow over b/c she was back on the mainland but apparently this was not the case. He waits for me one day outside the Hospital and tells me that he's leaving- fleeing the charges and he needs me to do him a big favor. I immediately think He's got some balls to ask me for money. However, this was not what he wanted...it was worse. So I guess not only did Casey live rent free with friends and have odd-jobs that paid under the table-he was also getting welfare from the state. He wanted me to take the money out when it came at the end of the month (apparently welfare is much more advanced now a days no more actual food stamps- everything is done with a debit card) and send it to him. I remember turning to him and saying "ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL?" and he's goes yes, I'm serious, and I say I know your serious Casey-but again "ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL??" I couldn't even wrap my brain around the whole thing...obviously, Casey and I did not speak after this minus the time I lured him to the mall letting him think I was going to meet him (yes, with promises of sex and welfare money sending) all the while I was in the comfort of my apartment IMing with Jane and laughing my ass off...and the time he "just happened to run into me" before he left-but the conversation quickly ended as soon as I said "no, I don't hate you,Casey. I'm just disappointed that I had welfare dick inside of me..."
but hey, at least now I have plenty of clean towels.
http://www.myspace.com/992762
This is the guy I've been allowing to cum on my face for the last month or so...
I met Casey the same way I seem to meet most people...public transportation. I don't know what it is about me but I have yet to have a bus ride where I'm not hit on, sang to or have my ear talked off. I've tried to bury myself in my book, turn my music up, even act CraZy on occasion, but nothing seems to work. If I had to take a guess though...I would say it all stems back to my "Minnesota Nice" Midwest upbringing where your not only encouraged but expected to make eye contact and say hello to complete strangers...and I won't even get into how confused this made me when we would later have the "don't talk to strangers" talk.
I knew immediately that even engaging in conversation with him was just asking for trouble. He was cocky, intelligent and radiated sex and I had to fight my urge to immediately straddle him right there on the bus. Needless to say I gave into my lust and gave Casey my digits.
I could talk on the phone for hours about any and everything...I once carried on a nearly 2 hour conversation with my friend Lantz about the beetles influence on music while I lay puking and dying from what turned out to be food poisoning (God damn long john silver...)but I recognize that some people have poor phone skillz (cough,jane,cough) and this is also why I feel Man invented text messaging-which I have to admit I've become addicted to...since I spend a large portion of my time riding a bus or walking amongst armys of Asians and Filipinos I find text messaging much more easy to focus on then a faint voice that sounds lifetimes away...the following is just an example of the ridiculousness I wasted my text messages on...Casey is boogie man. Why you ask? good question. I don't have an answer though...this is just what I tend to do with people as I have this need to nick name everyone and everything...I'm assuming there was an obscure reference made and I deemed it nick name worthy...in any event its hilarious b/c when my friends ask to use my phone to call a mutual friend the conversation is always as follows "where the hell is Kayleen's #" "duh, under K-Dawg where it belongs dumbass..geez"
boogie man: "early bird gets the worm"
me: "I have yet to see a worm in Hawaii"
boogie man: "ya know what? either have I...weird. Lets go worm hunting when you get off work tomorrow"
me: "sure thing, but we will need some water, a stick...and most importantly find some legitimate dirt"
boogie man: "and a flash light"
me: "for ambiance?"
boogie man: "for the worms"
me: "oh."
I can say with much confidence that Casey and I spent more time texting each other ridiculous things than we ever did fucking...but both we're equally as enjoyable. You can go ahead and read into that what you will...Casey was exactly what I thought he would be in bed(kinky, instructional, and all about the dirty talk)which was somewhat disappointing to me...I would prefer a little more of a surprise or at least some mystery...I understand that a lot of women would have quit reading this post as soon as I said "This is the guy I've been allowing to cum on my face for the last month or so..." as they would never allow such a thing to take place and find it extremely demeaning on many levels...but these are also the women who have prolly never orgasmed...EVER and are most likely the equivalent of fucking a sock. Sex is a just a whole lot of give and take. As long as what your wanting isn't going to cause me bodily harm or leave a mark that I can't cover up tomorrow...I'm down. You just better be too..and don't even play, b/c you know exactly what I mean...but I have to be honest and say that if I would have had any clue the "volume" of cum we were talking about here I doubt I would have been so willing...I mean (and women please back me up on this) if it takes more than 3 wipes of the face and your blindly looking for another towel...that’s just wrong.
"Women tell me that I cum more than anyone they've ever seen"
"Hmm...maybe thats something you wanted mention before you tried to drown me..."
oh, and since I'm doing some quotes I have to include Jane's favorite.
The first night Casey slept over I had to get up and go to work...we were getting ready to say good bye and he said "come here, and give me a hug babe." to which I said "I can't, I just put my back pack on" which is hilarious enough on its own...but a couple weeks later we were saying goodbye again and he said "I would say come here and give me a hug-but I see you already put your back pack on- you obviously do that on purpose" "what? I have no idea what your talking about..."
ok...so I'm not a big cuddlier...so sue me. I mean I think I have potential in that area...but if the sex comes before the cuddling...why the hell do I wanna back track?? I suppose if I met a guy who had more will power than myself when it comes to sex and the cuddling was first...LOL who am I kidding??-there’s no such guy.
I'm not sure how or why it happened but I did start to really like Casey...or at least really liked him in my bed...its just too bad that he turned out to be such a piece of work. Casey is your typical high maintence attention whore (in a lot of ways he was the equivalent to dating a chic...and I'd tell him this all the time...along with " If I wanted to date whiny bitches I'd be a lesbian") so when he just went MIA for a week- I figured he'd finally found someone to tell him he’s pretty or he just didn't want me to see him scruffy and in need of a mascara dye and waxing...but this was not the case- apparently he needs to leave Hawaii because his ex-wife (who I'm pretty sure is still his wife legally...b/c if you can't afford rent...how you gonna pay for a divorce) had pressed assault charges on him and he thought it was gonna blow over b/c she was back on the mainland but apparently this was not the case. He waits for me one day outside the Hospital and tells me that he's leaving- fleeing the charges and he needs me to do him a big favor. I immediately think He's got some balls to ask me for money. However, this was not what he wanted...it was worse. So I guess not only did Casey live rent free with friends and have odd-jobs that paid under the table-he was also getting welfare from the state. He wanted me to take the money out when it came at the end of the month (apparently welfare is much more advanced now a days no more actual food stamps- everything is done with a debit card) and send it to him. I remember turning to him and saying "ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL?" and he's goes yes, I'm serious, and I say I know your serious Casey-but again "ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL??" I couldn't even wrap my brain around the whole thing...obviously, Casey and I did not speak after this minus the time I lured him to the mall letting him think I was going to meet him (yes, with promises of sex and welfare money sending) all the while I was in the comfort of my apartment IMing with Jane and laughing my ass off...and the time he "just happened to run into me" before he left-but the conversation quickly ended as soon as I said "no, I don't hate you,Casey. I'm just disappointed that I had welfare dick inside of me..."
but hey, at least now I have plenty of clean towels.