The Beauty of Fiction
So what the fuck did I do last night? The 18 year old had the night off and wanted to come over. She needed some cock, I could hear it in her voice, but I lied right off, saying that I had some work to finish up for an important meeting scheduled for early today. She was disappointed but I talked to her for a good 15 minutes, saying how much I wanted to see her and how I was going to take her out to dinner on a date all proper like tonight. She liked to sound of that and said she was going to spend the rest of the evening getting some homework done.
I went to the gym then had a dinner at this bar that?s across the street from my apartment. While finishing up a beer I tried to figure out just why I cheated myself out of sex for the evening with a tight teenage piece who?d let me lube up her ass if I wanted. I honestly didn?t really know, and couldn?t figure it out. I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some shit then swung by Vons, and when I got back to my apartment the answer to my question was starting to dawn on me.
I?d got my bong out and loaded it up with some purple kush, which my buddy/dealer has had for the past three weeks. I got good and high and watched the season finale of that bomb-ass funny fucking show on HBO called Extras. That English or British dude, or whatever the fuck he is, is seriously fucking funny. Anyway, as the credits were rolling it all started to make sense.
There is a real beauty to a talentedly crafted piece of fiction. I guess that?s why I really love those HBO shows. If you carefully choose your words, and back said words with the proper action, you can make your reality be anything you want it to be. Does it really matter that I ultimately don?t care about his girl? I want to fuck, and so does she, but girls can?t separate emotionally from this for too long. Give your chick what she wants, emotionally I?m saying. Be the guy she wants and she?ll always wanna spread those legs apart for ya. It?s not that hard. It boils down to acting, playing the part of the devoted boyfriend while getting as close to whatever fantasy your crazy bitch is searching for. But don’t over think this stuff. Girls aren’t really that complicated. Some of this funny shit at TrashyToons.com may help you to lighten things up. Or maybe it won?t. I don?t fucking know. What I do know, though, is that tonight after taking my ?Girlfriend? out she?ll let me suck on her firm young tits, let me stick my throbbing cock up her vise tight snatch, and after 20 minutes of that hot shit if I haven?t blown my load I?ll start jerking off, and with a big lusty smile on her face she?ll sit there obediently waiting to swallow up every last drop of my hot sticky seed.
