So I'm in Michigan!
Deep in the woods at some Red Cross leadership training seminar with 150 other 18-30 year olds. I think things are going to get a little crazy here...
Tonight we got to the retreat center and they served us what looked like chicken....But I swear to God it was pink. Bright Pink. NO! FLORESCENT PINK! LIKE PINK CADALLAC PINK!
My conclusion....
FLAMENGO! They were serving us fucking Flamengos! What kind of place kills and serves poor defensless flamengos? What kind of people are these Michiginians? Monsters I tell you...Monsters.
All in all, everyone here is really cool...super laid back and there should be some fun. And probably lots of sex...I can already see the furtive glances being thrown across the room. I've heard people scoping out places to make out...and hints of "orgies." haha...not likely...but the vibe is like some big summer camp for adults.
hmmmmmm... I of course will remain celebate...and save myself for a rousing round of marathon masturbation when I get home...having committed myself to a chaste life until I am in a committed relationship
GRRRRRRR!
This whole thing seems fun...but I'd rather be home.
But I made the best of it tonight...we all got together and played "Sardines" which is like hide and go seek. But once you find the person you have to squeeze into their hiding spot real close and wait for the next person to find you. I felt like I was playing capture the flags in Indian Scouts again...running around in the dark...trying to mislead people...getting poison ivy!!! FUUUUUUCK!
I'm missing my first week of school right now...which is...well...not a good start.
Plane rides suck. Humidity sucks. Not sleeping sucks. Wanting and missing people sucks. Not getting kissed sucks...especially when you want to get kissed by someone in particular really, really bad...and you have'nt seen them in a long time...
When you want your face peppered and smothered with those baby kisses she gives. When you want your hands to go numb and heart to race once more from the intensity of your chemistry with her...from the splendor of her moist, plump lips, her silken tongue and her incredible pervading presence that simply envelops your body and shoots lightning bolts of desire, lust and a million other indescribable feelings right through you. When you moan involuntarily and laugh in anticipation and excitment for no discernable reason other than nervousness and amazment.
When you want her body intertwined with yours...pushing the limits...testing the waters...diving in! Pinning her arms down with fingers intwined...with fiegned resistance...a smile...and animal magnatism. UGGGGGH!
Kiss me, damn you! I want to taste you and hold you more than you can possibly know.
Deep in the woods at some Red Cross leadership training seminar with 150 other 18-30 year olds. I think things are going to get a little crazy here...
Tonight we got to the retreat center and they served us what looked like chicken....But I swear to God it was pink. Bright Pink. NO! FLORESCENT PINK! LIKE PINK CADALLAC PINK!
My conclusion....
FLAMENGO! They were serving us fucking Flamengos! What kind of place kills and serves poor defensless flamengos? What kind of people are these Michiginians? Monsters I tell you...Monsters.
All in all, everyone here is really cool...super laid back and there should be some fun. And probably lots of sex...I can already see the furtive glances being thrown across the room. I've heard people scoping out places to make out...and hints of "orgies." haha...not likely...but the vibe is like some big summer camp for adults.
hmmmmmm... I of course will remain celebate...and save myself for a rousing round of marathon masturbation when I get home...having committed myself to a chaste life until I am in a committed relationship
GRRRRRRR!
This whole thing seems fun...but I'd rather be home.
But I made the best of it tonight...we all got together and played "Sardines" which is like hide and go seek. But once you find the person you have to squeeze into their hiding spot real close and wait for the next person to find you. I felt like I was playing capture the flags in Indian Scouts again...running around in the dark...trying to mislead people...getting poison ivy!!! FUUUUUUCK!
I'm missing my first week of school right now...which is...well...not a good start.
Plane rides suck. Humidity sucks. Not sleeping sucks. Wanting and missing people sucks. Not getting kissed sucks...especially when you want to get kissed by someone in particular really, really bad...and you have'nt seen them in a long time...
When you want your face peppered and smothered with those baby kisses she gives. When you want your hands to go numb and heart to race once more from the intensity of your chemistry with her...from the splendor of her moist, plump lips, her silken tongue and her incredible pervading presence that simply envelops your body and shoots lightning bolts of desire, lust and a million other indescribable feelings right through you. When you moan involuntarily and laugh in anticipation and excitment for no discernable reason other than nervousness and amazment.
When you want her body intertwined with yours...pushing the limits...testing the waters...diving in! Pinning her arms down with fingers intwined...with fiegned resistance...a smile...and animal magnatism. UGGGGGH!
Kiss me, damn you! I want to taste you and hold you more than you can possibly know.
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You poor poor bastard...