pulloffmywings

I have fallen in love.

My guy is not my type, but he is perfect for me. He calls me his girlfriend behind my back, to his friends and coworkers and family, but tells me he doesn't want to label us. He takes me places I've never been. He buys me beer and cigarettes and wigs and Del Taco and lotto scratch cards. He tried to break up with me one night because he couldn't make me cum, and then when I told him I came while I was masturbating thinking about the sex, he jumped me and made me cum. He is funny and crazy and responsible and openminded.

Last night we went to his cousins house. He got drunk and I got stoned, and we all talked about our past and our future and everything in between. I heard his crazy stories about fights and strippers in vegas, and he heard my crazy stripper stories. In the middle of random conversations he would stop talking and lean down and kiss me 3 times. if I was quiet for a minute he would ask me if I was okay and wanted to go home, but all I wanted to do with watch him talk and laugh.

I am in love.