After that last post, I fucked him again for Christmas, sucked his dick for his birthday, and fucked him at least three more times after that.  He couldn't get enough of me, or maybe I was just too addicted to his dick to think for myself.  He never made me feel slutty, though.  I felt in control the entire time.  I tried not to see him too often ( Read more... )

This weekend was the Wine and Jazz festival.  It seemed like the perfect opportunity so I told him about it, knowing that he wanted to come down.  He said there was a band playing that he really wanted to see, so he probably couldn't make it.  Okay.  A few nights later, I took too much acid and wrote him a ridiculous email, which never should have ( Read more... )

I've created a new journal so I could share things that have been building up inside me. For all you unlucky people who aren't friends, fuck off. I'm not that interesting anyway.