Here I am, once again shirking responsibility. I have two major projects due tomorrow- one is only half finished, the other hasn't even been started. I know, I know I'll get around to it... it's just right now.... I'm so.... horny and... unable to focus. Where are my homies with adderall when you need 'em?!
Given the intensity of my arousal right now, I've decided to try to release some of it in this blog. I've decided that at least weekly, I will write about one guy I see, or remember, or hang with and why he's so fucking hot. I'll address his looks, his personality, and why I'd want him to bend me over a chair and stuff me.
So let's get this party started!
This week, we have Kohl!
Kohl is the epitome of cool. Clich? Yes, but oh so true.
I will elaborate in a moment.
Kohl is part of The Entourage- a group of baristas and regular customers from my Starbucks that hang out at Bryana's, a fellow barista's apartment. There's much debauchery that occurs and some illegal things go down from time to time, but it's always fun and the atmosphere leaves nothing to be desired. Go there and be in chill mode.
A few nights ago we, The Entourage, were sitting around chatting about stuff and things, when I looked over to see Kohl rolling this evenings... well, I assume you know what he was rolling. He was sitting indian style, still leaned forward so that his head was at an angle in which I could only see the top of his head, covered in shiny, curly light brown locks, his long fluttering eyelashes and his lips. It was in that moment he stuck out his tongue to lick the wrap when it hit me- If Kohl was down between legs, licking my clit, this is the exact same view I'd have. Right after that thought, he looked up with his sky blue eyes and smiled. I froze- damn, did I say that out loud? Naw, he said he was going as fast as he could.
I wonder if he's ever thought something like that about lil 'ol moi....
Like I said at the beginning, Kohl is the epitome of cool. The way he talks, walks, dresses, smokes, blinks, it's all so nonchalant but so fucking smooth that I can't believe that it isn't somewhat deliberate. He has a certain thing- a "je ne sais quoi" that I just can't put my finger on. He lives life with what seems like such ease, I envy him. Not to say that he doesn't have emotions... he's mentioned in passing, some girl that things are got complicated with.
Basically, he's a cool guy that's like, 9.2/10 on my hotness and fuckability scale.
So there you are! I hope I didn't disappoint with my little thing there. I need a title for these entries- how's "About a Boy Week [insert number]: [insert name]!!"? Wow, that's not clever. But it'll work.
Keep it real.
Given the intensity of my arousal right now, I've decided to try to release some of it in this blog. I've decided that at least weekly, I will write about one guy I see, or remember, or hang with and why he's so fucking hot. I'll address his looks, his personality, and why I'd want him to bend me over a chair and stuff me.
So let's get this party started!
This week, we have Kohl!
Kohl is the epitome of cool. Clich? Yes, but oh so true.
I will elaborate in a moment.
Kohl is part of The Entourage- a group of baristas and regular customers from my Starbucks that hang out at Bryana's, a fellow barista's apartment. There's much debauchery that occurs and some illegal things go down from time to time, but it's always fun and the atmosphere leaves nothing to be desired. Go there and be in chill mode.
A few nights ago we, The Entourage, were sitting around chatting about stuff and things, when I looked over to see Kohl rolling this evenings... well, I assume you know what he was rolling. He was sitting indian style, still leaned forward so that his head was at an angle in which I could only see the top of his head, covered in shiny, curly light brown locks, his long fluttering eyelashes and his lips. It was in that moment he stuck out his tongue to lick the wrap when it hit me- If Kohl was down between legs, licking my clit, this is the exact same view I'd have. Right after that thought, he looked up with his sky blue eyes and smiled. I froze- damn, did I say that out loud? Naw, he said he was going as fast as he could.
I wonder if he's ever thought something like that about lil 'ol moi....
Like I said at the beginning, Kohl is the epitome of cool. The way he talks, walks, dresses, smokes, blinks, it's all so nonchalant but so fucking smooth that I can't believe that it isn't somewhat deliberate. He has a certain thing- a "je ne sais quoi" that I just can't put my finger on. He lives life with what seems like such ease, I envy him. Not to say that he doesn't have emotions... he's mentioned in passing, some girl that things are got complicated with.
Basically, he's a cool guy that's like, 9.2/10 on my hotness and fuckability scale.
So there you are! I hope I didn't disappoint with my little thing there. I need a title for these entries- how's "About a Boy Week [insert number]: [insert name]!!"? Wow, that's not clever. But it'll work.
Keep it real.