sadness sometimes descends in his room. especially on his bed. when i am stuck between two boyfriends. in that emotional purgatory of sorts.

i bite to forget.

a lost boston afternoon.

my first instinct is to flee, rarely to stay.

i feel refreshed today. after double workouts yesterday. at the gym & in the bedroom.

his cherry was sweet.

the boy did not wake up this morning in time for work. what an effect i have. certainly not a positive one ( Read more... )

i bled on his sheets. totally mortified. i bled into his mouth. 100X more mortified ( Read more... )

i will get over u.
i will get over u.

bc u r already over me.

we continue to make out. last nite we went to a few bars but first this greek restaurant called parthenon ( Read more... )

met a young gentleman at a lingerie party. we have been talking since. made out a few times. once at a bar. then on the sidewalk next to a bar patio. on a park bench. & last in his car in front of my house.

i like kissing him.

also, kissed a girl too. but not too heavily. just pecks like soft glitter.

the boy's mouth is so open. for conversation

suddenly a handful of prospects. to sleep or not to sleep with. what a nice question. i think i shall sleep. but traditionally, i don't get what i want. so we know the outcome. no outcome.