Music writer Sophie Saint Thomas wrote this latest installment while on a romantic vacation in Paris with her penis friend. It ended with her barfing, but at least she was able to feel freaky nasty for a little bit. "Pictures of You" by The Cure"Weekend" by Class Actress
Home from school, finally. I just finished off my after-school snack of cheese, crackers and a cream soda and now I'm lying in my twin bed exhausted about to take a nap before I wake up in time to copy the answers from the back of my algebra book before dinner. I turn, and make eye contact with Robert Smith on the Cure poster that hangs on my wall. I've been looking so long at these pictures of you, that I almost believe that they're real. Later in life I will understand it is the makings of my bisexuality and affinity for gender bending, but at the time I am confused as to why his eye liner makes me wet between my legs. Hesitantly, I push my hand down my panties and begin to rub. I imagine Bobby on top of me, grease paint dripping on my forehead, while he spreads my legs and pushes himself inside of me. Bobby, you were bigger, and brighter, and whiter than snow. Rubbing circles, I muster up the courage to insert a finger. I feel an intensity building up, warmth, fear, excitement, and BOOM. And you finally felt the courage to let it all go. So, I suppose this is what an orgasm feels like. Awesome.
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I just wanted to stay in tonight and watch Downton Abbey, but I suppose I'll go to Williamsburg so long as you pay for my drinks, Fetch me a cognac boyfriend, as I am busy trying to look up Elizabeth Harper's skirt. I squeeze my way backstage, find Lizzy. I give my best sexy eyes and namedrop VICE to get her digits. Why you gotta make it so hard on me? I'd go home with her right now if I could, bu it is rude to ditch your partner on a Friday, no matter how good someone's pussy tastes. A few tasteful texts fill up the next few weeks. Oh, you've never been to Porchetta? Let me take you there, I live close by. Divine intervention brings my boyfriend to Austin for a friend's bachelor party… So bring it on, bring on the weekend. An apartment all alone to myself at last, and her girlie parts are just as I imagined. Fuzzy, yet well maintained. We spend all weekend in bed, confusing whose tits belong to whom. You rub while I penetrate."Party Hard" by Andrew W.K.
I've spent the last three hours violently puking so I can't listen to this song right now but it came on and I can't pass an opportunity to publicly declare my love for Andrew W.K. Andrew, you get me wet. You can come over and rub my belly so long as you shower first and shut the fuck up. Party tip: Sometimes you should listen to the alcohol interaction warning on your prescription meds.@TheBowieCat