xstephx

i love my boyfriend. he pulls funny faces to make me smile. he lets me chose the movie if it means i'll talk to him. he lets me smoke his weed. eat his food. smoke in his car. he drives to my house to pick me up and take me to work when i miss the bus even though he's out in morley getting quotes on a paint job. he always offers to pick me up or take me places. lends me money whenever i'm broke. looks after me when i'm sick and makes sure i have plenty of vitamin c tablets in stock. he laughs at my jokes. helps me into the shower when i've vomited on myself. he takes my advise although he pretends not to. after two and a half years he still feels bad if i don't cum. he would do anything and go anywhere for me (except it would seem - the florist. two and a half years and i'm still waiting for my flowers). he buys me cool presents like band shirts and cool tunnels and doesn't buy me stuff i don't like, like perfume and jewelrey. but it has been two and a half years. and sometimes i want nothing more than to go to a party and pick up a hot chick and fuck her in the back of a car.