(I put this in the pit originally, but figured it didn’t have enough vitriol.)
There can’t be a single photon of light within a half a mile of the bedroom. Every time we hook up I have to wait for you to finish playing the “kiss and back away” game, as it it makes me want you more. Honey, the time for hard to get is gone. Way gone. Every minute I spend wondering when you’re going to cut the bullshit, I’m also wondering if that other girl–you know, the one with the applebooty–digs me.
We can’t have sex on the couch–that’s weird. You very rarely take your shirt off. I can’t finger you. I can’t eat you out. You won’t get on top. You won’t even “bottom from the top.” Seriously, just sit there, I’ll still do all the work. Did I actually just hear “hold on, I gotta check people.com?” Blowjob is not a Bond villain.
If you didn’t have such a great ass I’d have been gone the first day. But every day that ass looks a little less nice.
Bottoming from the top is sort of a BDSM term. Like, you have someone doing things to you but you’re in control because you’re telling them what to do.
I would love to ditch this girl, but I need a way to do it nicely. And…not yet. What sex there is is quite good, but that won’t last. My main problem: she is in constant contact with many ladies I am rather interested in courting and absolutely the type to get offended and spread rumors.
Yeah, I made a mistake. But did I mention how majestic this booty is? And I have an obligation to fulfill.