Sex at crazy places
He paused. You wanna know?
Mh.
Yeah, I want to. But don’t tell me with who and how it was.
Well, okay, … and then he went on where he had had sex. All those crazy places. In a restaurant. In a bathroom, in the restaurant kitchen, in school and so on.
Me, too, I have some crazy memories. Sex with myself at crazy places not included.
That’s a whole different story
I went up to practice. And suddenly, bam, that fucking image in my head, trying to picture how he made love to her in a dark corner of the restaurant kitchen.
Aargh! Aargh.
That’s bad. That’s no good. It makes me sick. Stop that already Piranha. Stop it.
Life is rolling on you should be happy he had so much experiences, it pays off now.
Fuck.
It makes me sick. I can’t stand it. I mean, isn’t it strange how we always want to know stuff from the past and in the same time can’t handle or stand it?
The same with him. I told him about my crazy Andi-story. Fuck Andi was allright but I didn’t love him at all.
He got silent and had this expression on his face….It sucks to hear stuff like that. It sucks. Those stories should be reserved for same sex friends, like girls chatting and laughing about their past.
1 comment:
Isn't that always how it goes?
His/Her past is a Pandora's box. We want...no fuck it, we HAVE... to open it full well knowing we will not like the result. That the result will bring pain.
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