it is 3 AM, i wonder if she ever got undun.
i was rolling through campus. i don't go to college anymore. i graduated, but not from the college girls. i work my job. i go home and jerk off. i do this 9-6, M-F. on the weekend, i go hit the campus up for honeys.
i found a nice 'Suicide Girl'. this piece was rolling deep with the 'swag'. got any tattoos? she had one on her assneck, of course. i didn't like it. some tribal shit. i pretended i liked it. "nice tattoo. got anymore? got any INDECENT ONES that you can't show me in public?"
this little minx didn't miss a beat. "you first," she said. i showed her my back. remington bronco with ronal reagan riding in a cowboy outfit. "Republican Rodeo," she read.
"are you a republican," she asked?
'i like to think of myself as a re-pube-lick-cunt,' i said. "i shave my parts." whatever the fuck that means, she didn't care either. just saying pube was enough.
"i shave too," she said.
"you know, with me shaved and you shaved, you will damn near slide off. i hope you have a good grip."
"good enough," she said, and got aggressive.
"get a room,'"i yelled! "i'm right behind you!"
we walked a few campus blocks back to her dorm. i heard some girls snickering about, 'who is your daddy?' the old man jokes get old. i do remember what it was like to be their age though. i remember my skewed idea of what was old. anything over 25. jesus, i'm almost 30. [in the back of my head, wooderson chimes in, 'but the girls stay the same age!]
i sign in and the proctor gives me a suspicious glance and then leads my eyes to the end of the counter where a jar of free rubbers sits like a candy dish. "see you later," i say to the authority.
the girl grabs my hand, "you come here often?"
"i think i was in this dorm last semester."
she asks me who i was with. i had lied. i'd actually been here this semester, about a month ago. and last semester for that matter. my mind wanders. am i doing this because i never got the chance in college? i was too busy. i think so, but i never made the decision to relive my youth.
in her room, i toss her buck ten frame onto the bottom bunk. "don't hit your head," she giggles.
"i'll hit my head all right," i mumble, focused, kicking my shoes off.
there are a pair of hand cuffs attached to the bed-stead. i don't ask and flip her over on her stomach.
"hey, i want to be on my back!"
"tuff!"
i cuff her, on her stomach, hands to the bunk bed support beam at the head of the bed.
at this point the flash backs begin. with this setup, i'm essentially doing my first girlfriend the way she liked it. nearly any chick, on her stomach, fastened or not, is my first girlfriend.
my hands tilt her ass so i can get in her pussy. instantly, all the effort of life that has taken place since the last time i was here both makes sense and disolves away.
she is biting pillow. sweat is sliding me around on her ass and beading up on her back. her head is tilted to the side. she is forcing something in herself, not grabbing the rail she is attached to, the thin metal cuffs crease her skin. it looks painful. it looks like she likes it that way. i'm sure i look like i like it this way.
i pull out and shoot on her back pressing my cock on her lame tattoo and fall to the side between her and the wall. she is out of it. i am out of it.
a couple minutes later, i get up and rifle through my jeans for my cell phone. she hasn't moved much. cam phones are so cool. i take a picture and put on my clothes. i have no idea where the key is to the cuffs. fuck it.
on my way back to the car i feel older.
i was rolling through campus. i don't go to college anymore. i graduated, but not from the college girls. i work my job. i go home and jerk off. i do this 9-6, M-F. on the weekend, i go hit the campus up for honeys.
i found a nice 'Suicide Girl'. this piece was rolling deep with the 'swag'. got any tattoos? she had one on her assneck, of course. i didn't like it. some tribal shit. i pretended i liked it. "nice tattoo. got anymore? got any INDECENT ONES that you can't show me in public?"
this little minx didn't miss a beat. "you first," she said. i showed her my back. remington bronco with ronal reagan riding in a cowboy outfit. "Republican Rodeo," she read.
"are you a republican," she asked?
'i like to think of myself as a re-pube-lick-cunt,' i said. "i shave my parts." whatever the fuck that means, she didn't care either. just saying pube was enough.
"i shave too," she said.
"you know, with me shaved and you shaved, you will damn near slide off. i hope you have a good grip."
"good enough," she said, and got aggressive.
"get a room,'"i yelled! "i'm right behind you!"
we walked a few campus blocks back to her dorm. i heard some girls snickering about, 'who is your daddy?' the old man jokes get old. i do remember what it was like to be their age though. i remember my skewed idea of what was old. anything over 25. jesus, i'm almost 30. [in the back of my head, wooderson chimes in, 'but the girls stay the same age!]
i sign in and the proctor gives me a suspicious glance and then leads my eyes to the end of the counter where a jar of free rubbers sits like a candy dish. "see you later," i say to the authority.
the girl grabs my hand, "you come here often?"
"i think i was in this dorm last semester."
she asks me who i was with. i had lied. i'd actually been here this semester, about a month ago. and last semester for that matter. my mind wanders. am i doing this because i never got the chance in college? i was too busy. i think so, but i never made the decision to relive my youth.
in her room, i toss her buck ten frame onto the bottom bunk. "don't hit your head," she giggles.
"i'll hit my head all right," i mumble, focused, kicking my shoes off.
there are a pair of hand cuffs attached to the bed-stead. i don't ask and flip her over on her stomach.
"hey, i want to be on my back!"
"tuff!"
i cuff her, on her stomach, hands to the bunk bed support beam at the head of the bed.
at this point the flash backs begin. with this setup, i'm essentially doing my first girlfriend the way she liked it. nearly any chick, on her stomach, fastened or not, is my first girlfriend.
my hands tilt her ass so i can get in her pussy. instantly, all the effort of life that has taken place since the last time i was here both makes sense and disolves away.
she is biting pillow. sweat is sliding me around on her ass and beading up on her back. her head is tilted to the side. she is forcing something in herself, not grabbing the rail she is attached to, the thin metal cuffs crease her skin. it looks painful. it looks like she likes it that way. i'm sure i look like i like it this way.
i pull out and shoot on her back pressing my cock on her lame tattoo and fall to the side between her and the wall. she is out of it. i am out of it.
a couple minutes later, i get up and rifle through my jeans for my cell phone. she hasn't moved much. cam phones are so cool. i take a picture and put on my clothes. i have no idea where the key is to the cuffs. fuck it.
on my way back to the car i feel older.
re-pube-lickin'?