My Life

I stare up into the eyes of a woman, our eyes lock and don’t move. This is passion, I think to myself. Her body looks vague and ominous under the ashen light that finds itself through the blinds of her bedroom window, but an evil which invites you for more and more. I dote upon her eyes as if each were a jewel, my gaze lingers upon her body as if I were starving and she grand feast arrayed an inch beyond my reach; I want it.

Our lips are pressed against one anothers, my hands exploring up and down her body leaving nothing to my imagination. Slowly, her lips begin moving down from my face to my neck. Her warm breathe pretudes a tingling sensation which crawls through the spine of my back with fury. Her tongue slides across it and I feel my body begin to shake. Her hand slides from my hair down my body, it feels like her mouths guide. She kisses down to my chest, the shaking turns instinctive and there’s nothing I can do to supress it.

Her hand slides lower and lower on my naked body, traveling down past my belly button, her lips upon my skin. I feel a burning sensati…

EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK. My eyes shoot open and I begin looking around my dorm room, I see a clump of pillows on my roommates bed which I conclude to be Phill. My eyes hurt, I haven’t slept enough. The fire alarm continues to ring EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK. My confusion evolves into utter hate as I realize someone in my dorm building just cock blocked my dream self. I’m ready for blood, for the sweet scent of ruby liquid to be spilt and dranken by the soil. No one cock blocks me, especially in my own dreams.

I get up and rub my eyes. I hear the clumsy steps of my dorm floor exiting the building, I hear words like “mother-fucker” repeated over and over again. I grab my rooms keys, put on my new glasses, and join the herd.

We walk out the sliding door to the group of people who had just been herded out of their rooms by some invisible sheppard. We all remind me of sheep.

I see girls drooling as they look at me, nothing out of the ordinary. I see their eyes undressing me and making love to me in their minds, given away by the mounds of spit emitting their mouths. Same old.

I feel hands upon my ass. Not normal. I look down, and realize I’m wearing my short-shorts. The fire alarm stops, so I begin to run to get back into my room trying to avoid the hundreds of female (and some male) hands trying to grasp onto my private areas. Luckily, short-shorts help the sprinting time, so I escape with nothing other than a single handprint on the right side of my ass. I get back into bed, my heart still beating from the terror. Slowly, I begin to fall asleep.

..on to push her head down lower and lower, but I resist the temptation. I want her to take her time, to make me want it. I watch as she slowly unbuttons my jeans, her lips kissing the pant line which encircles my body. Her hand slides across my stomache which makes me want it more and more. She slides them too the floor, nothing separating me from a blow-job but my animal print boxer-briefs. She begins inching them lower and lower, using only her teeth. I feel the anxiety building up inside as I think about how good it would feel to blow my loa….

EEEeaaaAKKKK  EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK EEEeaaaAKKKK. My eyes open again. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Moral of this story? Well for one, short-shorts get the ladies. And for two, never let a dream girl take her time; just cram it into her throat and let the juices flow!