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I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't talk. I can't talk because I can't think. I can't breathe because there're about a million people surrounding me, most of them models and designers gibbering about how eating caviar is death, or at least it's the closest thing I can hear. Maybe I'm claustrophobic. Or maybe my diva ego has finally taken over, and it requires having my own room while someone stores expensive mineral water with a french name in there, before I arrive. I'd demand it right now if I weren't looking out for my reputation. In any case, people are bothering the fuck out of me today.
Actually, you know, screw cut tags.
I've had boyfriends before. My last one was - in case you didn't know - josh hartnett. He has this terrible frat boy persona that I found appealing at first. Until I realized all he could converse about were vehicles that go varoom and oh, when are we going to do it? Do what? Rob a bank? Win a nobel peace prize? Assassinate the president? Or perhaps the prime minister? I think I've literally asked most of those things and he just sneered with that chipped tooth of a mouth and called me cheeky. I don't really mind sex and I love the aspects of it. It's something you'll see me talking about a lot because it's a subject everyone can relate on whether you're having it or not. You're either totally into it or completely scared of it. And then there are the apathetic people, who likely haven't met the right person shows them the white light. So him and I would have very boring, very rountine sex. From the minute he figured out how to undo my blouse. I left one day without saying a word and then later told him that he needs to grow up if he wants to be in an adult relationship. Not that I'm any kind of mature, but I know which subjects to change when everything starts to sound like a broken record. I wasn't in love with him but in the beginning, it sure felt like it. Maybe it was a love in which he gave me a different kind of attention - the kind that makes you feel very pretty. Makes you want to wear sexy clothing because you know someone finds you appealing and you feel the same way about them. Right now I'm the cynic 'i don't believe in love' girl. Bastard.
I've been with girls before. Not in the relationship sense, though. Pure lesbian sex I guess. When you're around beautiful girls and you constantly tell them that they're beautiful and you kiss their cheeks, sometimes you can't help but think what it would be like to leave a mark somewhere on their body. Girls have always been beautiful to me. My first female sex experience was actually not too long ago. It must have been in the winter. I remember walking out in the snow afterwards and making a snowangel because I felt so free. She had dark, long hair that got wavy properly if she didn't blowdry it. I remember pushing it out of her face with my hands after she kissed me out of the blue, and returning the favor by kissing her chin instead of her lipglossed lips. I was nervous those first few seconds because I didn't know what to do. But she moved me. Literally, from the bathroom counter to a couch that had a hard time keeping quiet. Beforehand we were experiencing green eyeshadow, which smeared on the fabric of her couch. She kept her patience by kissing down my body slowly, slowly in a way someone would do to someone who is unexperienced at something. She did everything and I literally just laid there while I squirmed and sighed when she hit an unfamiliar zone I didn't know I had. My legs curled and her hair curled around my fingers when I found it in the dark. Afterwards, she called me a natural and that she's been looking for a nice girl to fuck for the longest time. I said I've never done that before, stumbled into my underwear and passed out on her bed. I was still buzzed from the perplexity. She was lightheaded from the ecstasy. I didn't take any because I had work the next morning. She woke me up.
Someone told me that I remind them of this song, and I'm not really sure why. But I do love this song.
Actually, you know, screw cut tags.
I've had boyfriends before. My last one was - in case you didn't know - josh hartnett. He has this terrible frat boy persona that I found appealing at first. Until I realized all he could converse about were vehicles that go varoom and oh, when are we going to do it? Do what? Rob a bank? Win a nobel peace prize? Assassinate the president? Or perhaps the prime minister? I think I've literally asked most of those things and he just sneered with that chipped tooth of a mouth and called me cheeky. I don't really mind sex and I love the aspects of it. It's something you'll see me talking about a lot because it's a subject everyone can relate on whether you're having it or not. You're either totally into it or completely scared of it. And then there are the apathetic people, who likely haven't met the right person shows them the white light. So him and I would have very boring, very rountine sex. From the minute he figured out how to undo my blouse. I left one day without saying a word and then later told him that he needs to grow up if he wants to be in an adult relationship. Not that I'm any kind of mature, but I know which subjects to change when everything starts to sound like a broken record. I wasn't in love with him but in the beginning, it sure felt like it. Maybe it was a love in which he gave me a different kind of attention - the kind that makes you feel very pretty. Makes you want to wear sexy clothing because you know someone finds you appealing and you feel the same way about them. Right now I'm the cynic 'i don't believe in love' girl. Bastard.
I've been with girls before. Not in the relationship sense, though. Pure lesbian sex I guess. When you're around beautiful girls and you constantly tell them that they're beautiful and you kiss their cheeks, sometimes you can't help but think what it would be like to leave a mark somewhere on their body. Girls have always been beautiful to me. My first female sex experience was actually not too long ago. It must have been in the winter. I remember walking out in the snow afterwards and making a snowangel because I felt so free. She had dark, long hair that got wavy properly if she didn't blowdry it. I remember pushing it out of her face with my hands after she kissed me out of the blue, and returning the favor by kissing her chin instead of her lipglossed lips. I was nervous those first few seconds because I didn't know what to do. But she moved me. Literally, from the bathroom counter to a couch that had a hard time keeping quiet. Beforehand we were experiencing green eyeshadow, which smeared on the fabric of her couch. She kept her patience by kissing down my body slowly, slowly in a way someone would do to someone who is unexperienced at something. She did everything and I literally just laid there while I squirmed and sighed when she hit an unfamiliar zone I didn't know I had. My legs curled and her hair curled around my fingers when I found it in the dark. Afterwards, she called me a natural and that she's been looking for a nice girl to fuck for the longest time. I said I've never done that before, stumbled into my underwear and passed out on her bed. I was still buzzed from the perplexity. She was lightheaded from the ecstasy. I didn't take any because I had work the next morning. She woke me up.
Someone told me that I remind them of this song, and I'm not really sure why. But I do love this song.