rocket2

yes i like memories. voltair made me think about my first boyfriend. the one i first blew and first kissed my freshman year of highschool. he was icky. he made his friend call me to dump me. he couldnt even do it himself. so i called him and said what the fuck??!! then he cried. he was only 13.

my next boyfriend, josh, was a very small boy in more ways than one. he was a redhead and liked some cool music. he was the first boy i said "i love you" to. he took my virginity with his hand. his dick was too small to do so. seriously, it was like a 300 page book's width long. i felt sorry for the guy.

but his friend drew, whom i cheated on him with, had the biggest cock ive ever seen in my life. i tried to blow him and it hurt my jaw. yeah. he doesnt talk to me now because hes one of them home-maker guys. one of them guys who strives to have a wife and a home and a long term job and maybe 2 kids. bleck. that was always a big difference between me and him.

i always felt dangerous and he always felt safe.

im with my boy now. i feel weird sometimes. why is sex just becoming sex?

love you all.
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