I’m to the brim with hormones and pent sexual energy. I’m going to take it out on something.
With a bat, some gloves, and something that may have been expensive at some point. Maybe I’ll start a fight with a day drunk, who knows.
Even though my birthday was amazing, it’s never enough.
Now that I’m not regularly draining my fluids, i’m all backed up. That DSB is getting to me.
And now, my brain is fucking with me.
In tornado. It’s pretty random and can destroy anything worth keeping in order right?
Lol, it’s like a thing. Where’s my self control.
But I’m sure I can prove to myself that drumming is better than blowjobs.
Energy better spent drumming than trying to be the stick in a tonsil hockey match.
Sometimes, I wish she would buy in more to the perverted and sexual things I do.
I sometimes walk around with no underwear and my short sagging so my ‘V’ is noticably visible. I’ll turn something into a sexual pun or ennuendo while we talking to see if she ever says anything back. Or i’ll purposely stare at parts of her body that I likey while she’s standing.. A little effort is nice.