Had a great weekend with Brett, I dyed my hair in front hot pink and got some funny scrunchies and wore my hair in pigtails when I went up there, he made me keep my hair like that till we got busy that night, he was grabbing my pigtails and pulling me into him as I was sucking him off and he was like "Oh yeah i love these pigtails!". The second day he was extra sweet like something was worrying him but he said he was just tired, usualy he's grumpy when he's tired but he was a cuddly teddy bear this time I loved taking care of him and he wasn't too tired to make love to me that night. Sunday was great too at first, we went to a haunted house, its rated second best in the country and its a huge one two storys in a big old meat packing plant.
Then on the way home we got in a wreck! Thats why I ended up staying so long they had me on medications that wouldn't let me drive, and the hit and run cars hit Brett's side of the car (yes more than one car hit us and kept going) so he was a lot more sore than I was. We got some extra time together because he had to take off from work, over 9000 dollars worth of damage was done to his new car, my poor baby loves his car, and his insurance company cut me a check for 500 dollars plus they are supposed to pay my hospital bills. I had contusion of the arm and CONTUSION OF THE BREAST! I hurt my poor booby! I thought it was just because it was cold but my nipple wouldn't stop hurting so I knew it was more than that. I had to go to the hospital and have some doctor feel all over my boob. He said it was just soft tissue damage, we were both really lucky, when we were spinning accross the interstate out of control I thought we were going to die and I thought I should pray but there wasn't time. Brett was quick to make sure I was ok after the wreck but he seemed to miss the part about us being lucky at first, at first all he cared about was his car getting wrecked. When we got home he was fingering my wooden cross around my neck and he said "Jesus saved us" he meant my cross which we call Jesus he's buddist so he didn't really mean anything christian I don't think. But like when he comes on my tits he'll respectfully moves the cross out of the way so "jesus won't get cum on him".
I did my job as a good girlfriend and rubbed his balls every night. I have become an expert ball rubber, at least with brett maybe other guys like it different ways, although I know a lot of different ways to do it
. Especially after he's been at work all day in that hot sweaty warehouse I feel like he deserves to relax in bed and get a good ball rubbing from a soft hand thats not his.
It broke my heart to leave him, the longer I stay the harder is it to leave. Here's a journal entry I made awhile back on deviant art that someone said would make a good poem. just thought i'd share.
Sometimes when I'm with my boyfriend it feels so good I think he must be the devil. This makes him laugh. Sometimes I don't know if i'm alive or not. Sometimes pain is the only thing that feels real. Sometimes I wonder if this is hell, a non life full of wordly pleasures, things that feel really good but aren't real, nothing thats going to last, life where everything is just a memory, and now is what? Now is already gone, its a memory too, now. Being so happy with my life that I never live. At the end of the emotional wierd day I've felt so much and done nothing at all. Going from one high to the next, from one crash to the next, and not needing drugs to do it. Never being by myself and always being alone. I want to find someone like me but I thrive on being different than everyone else. Borderline Personality? Borderline alive.
Sometimes I think this is heaven because I think I have everything I want, I'm so very lucky and don't deserve it, everyone gives me what I want, everyone tries to make me happy, isn't it always about me? And it all feels like a dream, good lord it feels like a dream! Everyone makes sure I never have to grow up. And I don't deserve any of it. Everyone thinks I'm sweet....but I want blood. Dark and sweet and almost too much for anyone to handle.
Sometimes I think this is heaven, but then I realise its not, because I don't have a pony.
Then on the way home we got in a wreck! Thats why I ended up staying so long they had me on medications that wouldn't let me drive, and the hit and run cars hit Brett's side of the car (yes more than one car hit us and kept going) so he was a lot more sore than I was. We got some extra time together because he had to take off from work, over 9000 dollars worth of damage was done to his new car, my poor baby loves his car, and his insurance company cut me a check for 500 dollars plus they are supposed to pay my hospital bills. I had contusion of the arm and CONTUSION OF THE BREAST! I hurt my poor booby! I thought it was just because it was cold but my nipple wouldn't stop hurting so I knew it was more than that. I had to go to the hospital and have some doctor feel all over my boob. He said it was just soft tissue damage, we were both really lucky, when we were spinning accross the interstate out of control I thought we were going to die and I thought I should pray but there wasn't time. Brett was quick to make sure I was ok after the wreck but he seemed to miss the part about us being lucky at first, at first all he cared about was his car getting wrecked. When we got home he was fingering my wooden cross around my neck and he said "Jesus saved us" he meant my cross which we call Jesus he's buddist so he didn't really mean anything christian I don't think. But like when he comes on my tits he'll respectfully moves the cross out of the way so "jesus won't get cum on him".
I did my job as a good girlfriend and rubbed his balls every night. I have become an expert ball rubber, at least with brett maybe other guys like it different ways, although I know a lot of different ways to do it
. Especially after he's been at work all day in that hot sweaty warehouse I feel like he deserves to relax in bed and get a good ball rubbing from a soft hand thats not his.
It broke my heart to leave him, the longer I stay the harder is it to leave. Here's a journal entry I made awhile back on deviant art that someone said would make a good poem. just thought i'd share.
Sometimes when I'm with my boyfriend it feels so good I think he must be the devil. This makes him laugh. Sometimes I don't know if i'm alive or not. Sometimes pain is the only thing that feels real. Sometimes I wonder if this is hell, a non life full of wordly pleasures, things that feel really good but aren't real, nothing thats going to last, life where everything is just a memory, and now is what? Now is already gone, its a memory too, now. Being so happy with my life that I never live. At the end of the emotional wierd day I've felt so much and done nothing at all. Going from one high to the next, from one crash to the next, and not needing drugs to do it. Never being by myself and always being alone. I want to find someone like me but I thrive on being different than everyone else. Borderline Personality? Borderline alive.
Sometimes I think this is heaven because I think I have everything I want, I'm so very lucky and don't deserve it, everyone gives me what I want, everyone tries to make me happy, isn't it always about me? And it all feels like a dream, good lord it feels like a dream! Everyone makes sure I never have to grow up. And I don't deserve any of it. Everyone thinks I'm sweet....but I want blood. Dark and sweet and almost too much for anyone to handle.
Sometimes I think this is heaven, but then I realise its not, because I don't have a pony.
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ladylips:
I love my little ponys! I still have all my old ones
tex13:
Thats great that you have your old toys, I still have my old Star Wars stuff.