Jul 16, 2003 20:30
Oh...
I hardly ever stay after...
Well, after a proper ruttin'.
Jesus, I'm startin' to talk like them.
I did last night, though. Felt like...it felt good. Like Kaylee needed me. As much as I needed someone to fall asleep next to. She was so damn cute, and nervous, and tentative...until I primed her pump.
At the end there, wasn't nothin' tentative about that girl, OR her tongue.
And I fell asleep here. I wake up with my mouth tastin' like a rat died in it, and havin' a bad case of bed head...
Not to mention the sticky thigh...
And she's gone.
Don't you fuckin' cry, Faith. Don't you do it. Get your ass up, go find her, an' find out what the deal is...