Now see here...
Another night in the Goose. Sorta like sitting in the bus stop for heaven and hell unsure which one your ticket is for but just hoping that its the opposite of the destination for the big, hairy, piss-stinking hobo next to you but really knowing that not only is it the same destination but you two have to share a seat and he is going to grope you in his sleep. Or not.
Now, now, sodomy and goats, children.
The worst part of graduating is that question, what are you going to do next?
Well, probably breathe, eat, drink, see, love, hate, shit, shave, shower, dance, drive, fuck... the list goes on.
Hell, maybe I will have a fire out back and dance around it naked while pouring wine over myself and screaming to heathen gods about my lust... Or not.
Maybe I will go get some lube so my asshole won't tear as I bend over to let some corporate weasal fuck me in the bunghole in exchange of the greasy dollars in his hands as he gives the reach around.
All I know is that things will go on, probably be better than we fear, worse than we hope, and in the end, it will be just that, the end.
Its all good. Nothing seems so right as when I am holding Kayla, but then she sinks her teeth into me or slaps me or something so that she definitely reminds me of a Mephistophilian imp. Still as I shake my hand trying to get her to unlatch, I can't help but think, life is good.
Now, now, sodomy and goats, children.
The worst part of graduating is that question, what are you going to do next?
Well, probably breathe, eat, drink, see, love, hate, shit, shave, shower, dance, drive, fuck... the list goes on.
Hell, maybe I will have a fire out back and dance around it naked while pouring wine over myself and screaming to heathen gods about my lust... Or not.
Maybe I will go get some lube so my asshole won't tear as I bend over to let some corporate weasal fuck me in the bunghole in exchange of the greasy dollars in his hands as he gives the reach around.
All I know is that things will go on, probably be better than we fear, worse than we hope, and in the end, it will be just that, the end.
Its all good. Nothing seems so right as when I am holding Kayla, but then she sinks her teeth into me or slaps me or something so that she definitely reminds me of a Mephistophilian imp. Still as I shake my hand trying to get her to unlatch, I can't help but think, life is good.