...for a blow job. Actually, yesterday and the preceding two days as well. I can't concentrate on anything: work, the book I'm reading, what I'd like to have for lunch...nothing. It is all consuming and demanding my full attention.
I took a bath last night with my waterproof vibrator and a mind full of various fantasies, but to no avail. In fact, I think I made it worse by trying to live out my imagination with nothing but my own thumb to stick in my mouth.
I called my friend this morning and tried to get him to come over, but he was on his way home from work and had "gone too far in the other direction". I had this vision in my head of dragging him into my room, shoving him down on my mattress, yanking his pants down and sucking him off. Would I have been that bold really? Probably not, he intimidates me via superior experience without ever meaning to, but still he would have let me play (I think), and I might actually be getting some work done right about now. Meanie. Ah, well, more fodder for the bathtub I guess.
Outside of that there is no one else to play with here, and it is tormenting me. How is it exactly that in a world of girls that hate giving blow jobs, there exists a girl who LOVES giving blow jobs and yet she is somehow thwarted at every turn? I find this patently unfair. *sulk*
(Note to J - for the record, when I said you get extra credit for finding the post about you, this is not the post I was referring to. )
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