“All my life I wasn’t trying to get on the highway
I was wondering which way to go
Spending all of my damn time
Leaving all the weight behind.”
car
Hey, Mister.
“Sweetheart, you know it’s improper to chew like that.”
How I wish we could pull this off.
Once, I played a game with someone where it was in my interest to hit red lights. Until, of course, his touch grew so distracting that I almost prematurely took my foot off of the gas.
Oops.
Craftsmate claims The Prodigy says she’d getaway drive,
provided I wear a seatbelt.
So, yeah.
What he said.
Blush.
She thinks she’s been brought here to suck cock, so the duct tape is scaring her. She’s not sure what it’s for. What she doesn’t understand is that she’s been brought here to suffer, and the tape’s going to go over her pussy and mouth to make sure she doesn’t enjoy herself.
The one who’s been brought here to suck cock is still in the trunk.
I have an absurd amount of kink in the woods themed photographs in my drafts. Can somebody make something along these lines happen soon for me, please? It’s a chicken and egg situation of having the fetish and having the pictures.
So, last night my friend turned 21. Since I gave up drinking for Lent, my tolerance is now shot to shit and I get drunker faster. Much, much faster. With much, much less alcohol.
With an amount consumed that would normally not do too much damage, I found myself accidentally drunk on a Tuesday. Whoops.
Of course, naturally, I run into that guy from my frat and say some stupid stuff. Just par for the course. But, he texted me this morning to make sure I was okay, which was sweet of him.
But, ugh, too many times he’s encountered me drunk and I don’t want him to just think I’m a mess. He sees me sober a lot, but he misses me somehow on nights out when I manage to keep my shit together (the greater percentage of nights out). He asked me to formals recently and I consented, but of course now I’m worried I’ll wind up drunk and making a fool of myself there.
Part of me wants to just make him go away before I continue to just mess up over and over. He’s way too nice and understanding about the whole thing and I worry eventually I’ll push that kindness to its breaking point and he’ll just get sick of me.
Sigh.