Kinky @ MindSay

So my friend and I went to the mall on sunday and we decided to surprise one of our friends at his house. This friend is the same friend I am in love with and have been going on about for a long time. We all hung out in his room and it was... rather odd. You know, like, tying me up and trying to steal my bra kind of odd...He also gave me hugs and we danced, and they whipped me with a belt. I can hardly believe I'm writing this... It didn't  hurt that much though. It was kinda nice. 

What is with this guy? What are his intention? We hadn't hung out in a long time and he has a girlfriend! I guess I'm not really asking for answers, but ugh.. I just don't get it.

Either way, it was a pretty good day. I trust them a lot so it wasn't totally alkward... just random and WTF-ish.

Now I have a test to study for. I really need to start writing in my journal again... I don't like writing because it makes things real, maybe. And most days are significantly dreadful. And when I have a good day, I guess I like to sulk in it for a bit. Is sulk the right word? like, bathe, enjoy, sit in it, relive it, swim in it...yeah.I only get about one good day every three months, so I try to make it last... I want cookies! <3



THE WORD OF WHICH I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING HAS BEEN FOUND : Bask. I like to bask in the good moments... like cats bask in the sun.

is my favorite subject. I mena yes you people on here who read my blogs know how I am and that I was/am a slut. Though I DONT want to have that image anymore.. for the people who meet me in person. Though it is hard to not have that when you favorite topic of convo is sex. There are a lot of people though when they first meet me in person they think that I am just this nice sweet guy... but then I open my mouth and start to talk. lol. That is the way with tif. When she met me.. well acutally we met times before but I mean the first time we REALLY met she thought I was just a nice innocent sweet guy. I told her I liked sex and how I study and all she thought it was cute. Then after really dancing with me and talking to me more.. she was  shocked at how much I ment what I said. Then when we had sex it was a wow I went from "Mr. Nice to Fuck Star" (her words not). Anyways to my point.. acutaly this really has no point now that I think about it. So one of my friends on here wrote a blog to say sorry she has some dirty thoughts going through her head and me being me.. that is ALL it took to turn me on a little... sorry I like it when woman are dirty. I like it when they get dirty and freaky and kinky. I mean I have yet to realu get the chance to be that way. Actually little did I know I HAVE had the chance. I guess Dawn is WAY more freaky then I even thought which makes the end of that suck even more... I doubt she will change enough for us to be together.. starting to see that dreams dont come true.. it sucks.. anyways.. Tif is also a FREAK.. she pretty much like to be a fuck doll, for the guy to just take her and put her how they want and fill whatever hole he want to fill. I mean we were talking dirty and SHE is the one that brought up the comment for her ass not me. I mean I have never done anal sex with a girl and since most either dont like it or dont even want to try it I just dont bring it up. Though after leave I am starting I may have to open up my own kinky door a little more. It seems that the girls I have liked in the last while have all been really freaky just scared to really let loose. Damn I should not be thinkg about sex like this.. it is jsut self torture.

 

I love to hear the pleasure in a woman voice and breath. I like my woman to make noise plain and simple. If drunk I have been told that I like dirty talk.. while sober I never have really but whiel drunk.. well.. I guess I am like these girls and even I get mreo kinky lol.

 

Well that be enough sex talk for now. Time to go back to the just self tourtur in my mind. Sorry for putting you through another pointless blog lol

Ttyalater

~Bob

 

PS- did not bother with the NC-17 for this since well.. fuck by 15 "they know it all" anyways.. hell by 10 I knew the basics.. not nearly as much as now but plunty....

Conversations that happened within 10 minutes of each other tonight:

about the bookmark I just made Mike:
Emily:  It's called Contact Paper (the stuff you laminate with)
Georgie:  That sounds so kinky!

10 minutes later, about her massage chair that I've never sat in:
Georgie:  It's like a big vibrator all of your body
Emily:  (pause)  THAT'S kinky.


*kinda bi-polar, but today she's been the fun roommate I've loved for 6 months.  Awesome.

In other cool news, Mike was here earlier before fire inspection, and he was like 'you gonna be around tomororw? I have a Valentine's day gift to give you' (unfortunately, not the way you're thinking, AWWWW EMILY, A BOY FOR YOU! FINALLY!) and I was like, oh, that's silly.  And then while he was out, I decided to make his favorite song, "Day Man" (look it up on youtube, it's always sunny in Philadelphia) into a  double-sided bookmark (hence the convo about contact paper), and he came back to get his bag and I gave it to him and apparently, that was pretty much the present he had for me.  Not a bookmark, but it's something about DayMan/NightMan.  At least we're sharing a brain?  At least we love each other that much that we make one another the same present?

Now I gotta make him a sweet card that is about  me clinging to him like cellophane....<3


*Okay, I'll be nice.  Go HERE:  http://youtube.com/watch?v=pCDMQvHtV9Q

I have come to the conclusion that:
I BLOG TOO MUCH.
I don't really care at all though, and if you have a problem with it let me please make it clear that I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.
SO.
I just got back from the Eastland Park where Sofi, Rylan, and I met Hannah and Zach for lunch.
There was some dumb local band playing there and some drunk ass old man dancing his ass off with an imaginary partner.
Man, I love my city. XCORE.
Har har har.
Now I'm back to my original state of ultimate boredom.
Hurrah.
psout.