ihaveaproblem
Two hott odd things happened today. If you don’t already know, I’m a masochist (basically someone who’s turned on by pain) and I was “assaulted” twice in the same day. It’s a sick thing, but I really really liked it.
So anyway after school I see Matt and I forget what I did. I think I touched his “boob” or something but he grabbed my wrist really hard and started smacking the back of it. He wasn’t hitting my hand too hard, but it stung a lot and he was holding my wrist really really tight. After a few seconds I go “Matt, you know I’m a masochist, right?” Anyway, that got my point across after he remembered what that was and he let go. It made me sad.
And then at Apex tonight (Wooo class 8 over and done with, just two more on roads and hello license… plus a driving test too) Mark was there. He’s a very funny kid and we ended up talking most of the time like the other times we were in class together. But yeah, he put me in a sort of loose headlock a few times and I have no idea what my problem was because I couldn’t get out. The feeling of being restrained by him was pretty damn cool. I liked it. A lot. Too bad he wasn’t like twisting my arm behind my back painfully too. I might have done him right there on the nasty Apex tables. Except for no, not really.
So you see I have a problem. I just gotta hope I don’t end up with a complete abuser ‘cause I’ll just get beat up and then wanna have sex! Or, because I also like being restrained and submitting and what not, I’m a perfect target for a rapist. I need a chastity belt. And bra. Except no bra, Lindsey B. wouldn’t like it if her “Lindsey Pillows” became iron, hard and cold instead of warm, soft and pillowy. Man do I love that Becker
More later. I need sleep because I have two more doctors appointments tomarrow. I see the doctor way too much.
Thing I want to talk about Later
+ Dad
+ Myself
+ Mom
+ Ness
+ The “Ughinator”
So anyway after school I see Matt and I forget what I did. I think I touched his “boob” or something but he grabbed my wrist really hard and started smacking the back of it. He wasn’t hitting my hand too hard, but it stung a lot and he was holding my wrist really really tight. After a few seconds I go “Matt, you know I’m a masochist, right?” Anyway, that got my point across after he remembered what that was and he let go. It made me sad.
And then at Apex tonight (Wooo class 8 over and done with, just two more on roads and hello license… plus a driving test too) Mark was there. He’s a very funny kid and we ended up talking most of the time like the other times we were in class together. But yeah, he put me in a sort of loose headlock a few times and I have no idea what my problem was because I couldn’t get out. The feeling of being restrained by him was pretty damn cool. I liked it. A lot. Too bad he wasn’t like twisting my arm behind my back painfully too. I might have done him right there on the nasty Apex tables. Except for no, not really.
So you see I have a problem. I just gotta hope I don’t end up with a complete abuser ‘cause I’ll just get beat up and then wanna have sex! Or, because I also like being restrained and submitting and what not, I’m a perfect target for a rapist. I need a chastity belt. And bra. Except no bra, Lindsey B. wouldn’t like it if her “Lindsey Pillows” became iron, hard and cold instead of warm, soft and pillowy. Man do I love that Becker
More later. I need sleep because I have two more doctors appointments tomarrow. I see the doctor way too much.
Thing I want to talk about Later
+ Dad
+ Myself
+ Mom
+ Ness
+ The “Ughinator”