I want to bugger her sideways.
She's someone I know. She's about five feet tall, maybe less, blond and buxom with curly hair down to her sweet apple ass. She has figure skater legs and mountain climber arms. She's somewhere between a B and a C, but she almost never wears a bra, and almost always wears low-cut bodice dresses because she knows people are rubbernecking for a glimpse. Maybe she doesn't care, and maybe she wants the attention.
I hate her fucking guts. She's infantile and argumentative, her politics are all wrong, she treats people like shoe-scraped shit and then wonders why she can't get a date.
But what a piece of work she is. If I didn't have to talk to her, I'd do her in a heartbeat. I'd bend her over and drive her all the way home, wee wee wee.
No, I've never dated her. My contempt for her is born purely from observation. She's a friend of friends. I'd have to hate myself a lot more than I do to even think of getting involved with her, and even then it wouldn't be an issue, because I'm sure she regards me with the same level of sweetness and light.
If she weren't so fucking gorgeous, this wouldn't even be an issue. I could just hate her and be done with it.
I hate her fucking guts. She's infantile and argumentative, her politics are all wrong, she treats people like shoe-scraped shit and then wonders why she can't get a date.
But what a piece of work she is. If I didn't have to talk to her, I'd do her in a heartbeat. I'd bend her over and drive her all the way home, wee wee wee.
No, I've never dated her. My contempt for her is born purely from observation. She's a friend of friends. I'd have to hate myself a lot more than I do to even think of getting involved with her, and even then it wouldn't be an issue, because I'm sure she regards me with the same level of sweetness and light.
If she weren't so fucking gorgeous, this wouldn't even be an issue. I could just hate her and be done with it.