What Was I thinking??

Don't know what I was thinking...calling her at 3am in the morning, actually I do...nah I'm wrong, I got nothing.
She picked up, my phone signalled I was out of airtime...with the few remaining seconds I hastly whispered, drowning in my emotions, "Please, call me back." and that was it.

All I can say is, it sucks being broke, but it's great to know you spent your cash on some kick ass weed.

It'll also be great to wonder what goes on in the mind of that woman who knows how to play a good game of hard to get, and not the girl who keeps inviting me to her classroom at break time to learn more about biology. +wink wink+

But what's greater is having a meaningful conversation with the opposite sex at those random yet perfect times.

30 minutes just passed...fuck, she didn't call me back!

Another Brick In The Wall!

You are all pussies!

Every single one of you. Even me in a nutshell, sometimes, but I shall continue to deny, till my hair falls off and I can't get a stiff one no more.

What do you do when you wake up on a Monday morning? Probably wake up, masturbate in your bed, complain about how much you hate waking up at 7o'clock. You wash up, brush your teeth, have breakfast, think about your excuse of a life and all your future endevours, you leave the door and as soon as you hit the road you become the accidental cunilinguist to the periodic granny of life. You become officially, "Another brick on the wall."

Probably right, aint I? If no, you're one of those lucky bastards giving fellatio to the good side of life. If yes, I think it's time you found a new representation, but keep to the light-side of life you are forever living, just because it's more premiscously entertaining, salacious and deadly in the rockstars eye of beauty.

No matter how fun the drugs, sex, alcohol and parties are, you find yourself alone, thinking about the one that got away.

Connection..wow!

A great man once said, "A morning of awkwardness, is far better than a night of loneliness." and that's the erotic truth...kinda gave me a tingle down there.

I took a walk through my salacious neighbourhood in need of airtime. Sucking in my surroundings like a pornstar, when I suddenly saw a girl smiling at me, from a lightly tinted 4x4. I smiled back as the connection ejaculated through our emotions. Her eyes pierced through mine like we where having sex. The kind of smile I get from a woman dying to fuck me in bed, but with more sentimental meaning, like we've been together in some other universe not so long ago. Then before my anally raped mind could process what the fuck was happening, the 4x4 penile extender drove off, breaking the sexual eye contact, between two species of the opposite sex. NOT COOL MAN! (estimated time of sex: 5seconds)

Probably won't see that sexy little female terroriser again, she certainly made me feel a little tingle down there, but hey, that's just me.
Guess tonight, I'm alone...fuck me!

I Love Women. I have all their albums.

There she was. By my side. Mind fucking me again. She won't let me figure her out. Won't tell me her story. Won't tell me why she dated an insecure wanker. Won't tell me the colour of her underwear...but she did tell me her bra size +wink wink+.

We mind fuck one another as we listen to her tunes on her new phone. Rocking to the beat of the music, mentally grinding on eachother. We didn't say a word. There was no need to...we just LOLed on Mxit. I made her laugh, she made me think about her underwear. I came. She saw. We fucked (not literally).

We both live by the Scarface code of silence, yet I have an orgasmic urge to figure her out. Like a little boy discovering he can cum with the stroke of a hand...he wants to do it again!