spazzing

HOLY CHRIST. I think i managed to to have the wackiest night of my life last night. i was never able to update but on Saturday i had the most crazy awesome and super random sex with Mr. Awkward from facebook. i don't know what it is but that fucking dick of his makes me squirt like a damn fire hose, so i figured i'd keep him around for a little bit. well, last night we got together again and he wanted to go park up at the cross, which is like the make out point over here on top of a big hill witch a bunch of trails and shit. we park in this weird shooting rang area and start getting "comfortable" when all of a sudden this security car drives up honks and honk and honks at us to gtfo. so we scramble to the front seat, trying to put some clothes on and go to drive out but that fucking asshole locked the gate before we could leave! what the hell!? so we decide to stay up there in the car till we can think of a way to get down. and then comes the crazy sex, again. fucking car sex, so many shinanigans. i'm covered in bruises and scratches, i lost my ex's hash screen (after trying so hard to save it the night before), i broke one of my awesome hot dog earrings, his car is soaked in spunk, he gagged me so much that i threw up, and then after all the interruptions, he lost his wood and couldn't cum and ended up with super bad blue balls. we were texting his friends to help us. he was trying to get some dude to bring him bolt cutters (a bad idea i knew from the start) but his friend refused to believe him and thought he was just wasted. one of my friends was really really awesome and came and saved us. we had to leave his car up there and luckily, nothing bad happened to it. im so glad i didn't have to stay the night up there

also, while i was there, my mom calls me to tell me that a guy (the one from the other night who's number i never got) came to our house to drop off a kandi bracelet. it was the kandi i was looking at in his car the other night. when my mom told me i was like OH AWESOME, but thought, i still don't have his number, i hope he wrote it on the bracelet or something. well when i got home i found the bracelet and on it he had attached a neat little piece of paper with his number to it. turns out our friend wouldn't give him my number either, lol so i texted him and we got to hang out! FUCKING AWESOME turns out he's a trained masseuse and we are into a lot of the same kinky shit. fuck. i didn't even know i like hard kissing ......and i guess i was his first good head or something....
so, ya, um, gotta go. hanging out with him again tonight