I am fairly damn proud of myself. BG called me yesterday. He wanted to go to dinner. I said no and gave no reason. Yay for me. No more headfucking for you BG.
My neck is still sore from Ken’s hickey fest. Weird that I’ve kissed more gay boys than straight boys this year. One would think that gay boys don’t want to snog girls but I’ve found that this is not so. Lips are lips and boys are rough. It’s passionate, it’s exciting and it’s without fear or reservation.
I am remembering my one-time obsession with vampires this week. Each time I touch the marks on me I think of biting and fucking vampire style or at least vampire-fantasy style but whatever about kissing gay boys, fucking is out of the question.
It’s lovely when there are no mutual expectation and it feels innocent to snog a boy again and know it’s not going any further and that there is no possibility of it going further. I don’t have to make a choice to have sex or not because there is no possibility. Just the pure pleasure of two humans kissing regarding of gender or orientation. I love genderfucking.
I’m back from hiatus or writers’ strike or I found a cure for laziness. Whatevs. I’m back to ramble on about nothing of interest.
I went home for a while. I escaped Hell’s fiery clutches for a few weeks and earned a reprieve to civilisation. I was not one week back in Civ when I met a boy – a cute, sexy, biochemist who can’t spell. Being a bit of a obsessive-compulsive when it comes to spelling and grammar, I should be instantly repulsed but of course my lust took over. I’ve never enjoyed fucking so much. Hunger really is the best sauce. I heartily recommend it – how invigorating sex is, eh!
Of course my reprieve was temporary and I returned to my own personal Hell, where there are no sexy, cute, biochemists and it is too hot to fuck enthusiastically. Oh well, my boy, BG is coming back into town soon. He’s single now. Maybe if the aircon was to be turned on well before, enthusiastic fucking might be a possibility!
Also snogged a gay guy on Saturday. He left hickies all over my neck and told me scandalous gossip about B and his tendencies towards other men. It would be easier if he would come out of the closet but he has to make that decision himself. Outting someone is not fair.
My contract in Hell lasts another year. Hope it’s a year with plenty of enthusiastic fucking.
Just found out that Evans may be faking illness too. Crap that is not good. He’s not the world’s best actor ever. Idiot boy. This will through my plot into disarray. One wouldn’t want Evans around when one makes a grab for world power. He’s try it too.
Well another shitty weekend. Got hammered on Friday, insulted half the city and drunkenly fucked a random backpacker. Broke down crying in Doc’s arms on Saturday and didn’t get any sleep last night. I need to get out of here even if it’s just for a weekend.