going for coffee this week with a friend i have a wee crush on.
what is it about sweet, intellectual guys who treat me nice that turns me on so much? why do i want to rip their pants open and suck them off in art gallery bathrooms while they protest "noooo" and people knock on the door? why is it so much fun to make them say nasty, filthy things to me and watch them get hot in spite of themselves? why do i like to imagine some situation where i might suddenly, inexplicably, and quite by accident wind up bang smash on top of them?
i'd straddle them gleefully, my knees on the ground, my hands on their wrists, their hard-ons rubbing helplessly against my cotton panties. they could run, but they don't.
what is it about sweet, intellectual guys who treat me nice that turns me on so much? why do i want to rip their pants open and suck them off in art gallery bathrooms while they protest "noooo" and people knock on the door? why is it so much fun to make them say nasty, filthy things to me and watch them get hot in spite of themselves? why do i like to imagine some situation where i might suddenly, inexplicably, and quite by accident wind up bang smash on top of them?
i'd straddle them gleefully, my knees on the ground, my hands on their wrists, their hard-ons rubbing helplessly against my cotton panties. they could run, but they don't.
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
that's a line from a pixies song on doolittle. I think the pixies just might be the unofficial band of SG. They seem to be the one band that appers over and over again as people's faves.
I had something else to tell you but I forgot.