I still haven't caught up with catching up.... 
But that's partly because I've got a part-time job now... working in my most favourite gay bar in Bournemouth.... it's fantastic, I love it so much!
The problem (not that it's really a problem as such, it just means I don't get online really) is that my bosses are very... 'relaxed'.... and that usually means one shift worked on a saturday = the entire weekend lost to partying. It's 8pm on monday and I'm only just starting to get up after the weekend... monday has vanished
Oh well... good fun all round! Has to be better than not being online because I'm too depressed!
*taken from my journal*
Then there were bosses buying me drinks and taking me to after-parties and there were people's houses and free alcohol and spin-the-bottle-truth-or-dare and people snorting the contents of my anti-depressant capsules (I did offer, and it was quite amusing to watch!), and more alcohol and beautiful gay men trying to get naked and others trying not to get naked and people asking me to get my boobs out and me oddly refusing for once (though I have a vague memory of allowing one certain person to see my pierced nipples and then spend a while playing with them, hahaha).
And then there was the stunningly beautiful but obviously very fucked up gay man pushing me up against the wall, pressing his body into mine and kissing me deep and long and hard...
Oh that kiss..... *sigh*
I had the most amazing orgasm last night thinking about that kiss...
hmmmmmmm!
But that's partly because I've got a part-time job now... working in my most favourite gay bar in Bournemouth.... it's fantastic, I love it so much!
The problem (not that it's really a problem as such, it just means I don't get online really) is that my bosses are very... 'relaxed'.... and that usually means one shift worked on a saturday = the entire weekend lost to partying. It's 8pm on monday and I'm only just starting to get up after the weekend... monday has vanished
Oh well... good fun all round! Has to be better than not being online because I'm too depressed!
*taken from my journal*
Then there were bosses buying me drinks and taking me to after-parties and there were people's houses and free alcohol and spin-the-bottle-truth-or-dare and people snorting the contents of my anti-depressant capsules (I did offer, and it was quite amusing to watch!), and more alcohol and beautiful gay men trying to get naked and others trying not to get naked and people asking me to get my boobs out and me oddly refusing for once (though I have a vague memory of allowing one certain person to see my pierced nipples and then spend a while playing with them, hahaha).
And then there was the stunningly beautiful but obviously very fucked up gay man pushing me up against the wall, pressing his body into mine and kissing me deep and long and hard...
Oh that kiss..... *sigh*
I had the most amazing orgasm last night thinking about that kiss...
hmmmmmmm!
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jericho:
an orgasm from a kiss.....awesome!
dangerman:
were I gay, that would sound like a lovely time....still sounds pretty damn fun!