“Oh! You are such an understating person.”
Yes I am. But who the fuck understands me? So bugger all to your nice little words spoken as a token of appreciation for that orgasm. What I need you can not give me. Do you know why? Because you need me to tell you what I need.
Confused dear?
Of course you are. I always expect more from people. And I appreciate particularly those that do not expect anything from me. You expect me to be this and that and strong and caring and do the right thing at the right time and fuck you sideways and cuddle you and be interesting and not to connect too much to you and yet be caring as if I did care and to fuck you again. Actually I do like to perform sexual intercourse with you. But in the end… I am not prostitute. I need more than sweet gentle words to pay for my services.
Actually, I am bit of a whore that likes to be paid in sex. But that is not the point! The point is… well… ahh… I lost myself!
Fancy another shag dear?
Thought byBoabdil at 03:19 1 humans wrote something
A importãncia da anormalidade
Não sabia que eras canhota. Interessante.
"Sim, sou. faz alguma diferença?"
Claro que faz. Agora vou ser mais simpático contigo e tratar-te melhor.
"Porquê?"
Porque és deficiente.
Thought byBoabdil at 11:28 2 humans wrote something
Red-faced monster... my life
Thought byBoabdil at 15:01 0 humans wrote something
Sunny day in Britannia
Perfect sunny day. I was walking a promenade that is vehicle-free for 200 years. It is a lot of time, almost as much as the ruling of Queen Elizabeth II. At the end of the promenade I had to cross a car street, so, as a well behaved citizen I stopped in the red traffic lights. On the other side of the road was a family. The economically perfect family: the parents, male and female, and their children, apparently a boy and a girl. I called them perfect, because single persons are always penalized in the price of things, such as hotel rooms and even food that usually comes in family-size packs which are cheaper but who wants to buy meat for four when you are alone? Not that being single and lonely is bad. Sex is great when you are alone, and you don’t even have to talk to your partner when you finish - Just turn off the DVD and clean yourself.
The father, I mean, the spouse, I mean, the adult male of the family, was taller than average as opposite to the mother that was rather short. Both children were average size. What caught my attention to this family was the fact that their all licking ice-creams. The children avid of the sugar and fat in it and yet struggling with the technique of eating it without getting too dirty, the father tasting it with sobriety and the mother, which was not the least attractive by the way, was licking the ice-cream with such deft tongue strokes that one wonders whether they should create TV shows about the art of ice-cream licking.
I was still gazing at them with the curiosity of a biologist (that I am) observing a newly found specimen, when they decided to cross the street. And there I stood impassive as a car hit them and shattered their small, and big, bones and a puddle of blood formed by the four person’s blood. Funny that there is an expression “my own blood” referring to relatives.
When the traffic lights finally turned green I crossed the street, which caused some annoyance because of the blood. I had just put on some new shoes I did not want to get stains of blood on them. They were expensive shoes and you know how hard those stains are to remove. So I had to make a detour and got a headache with all the fuss and police sirens, ambulances, etc. What a waste of time! They should have just called the coroner. To much hassle in a perfect sunny day because some people don’t respect traffic lights. What a bad example for their children.
P.S. – The sun kept shining.
Thought byBoabdil at 07:56 6 humans wrote something
Perfect conversation III
Thought byBoabdil at 06:33 6 humans wrote something
Perfect conversation II
Thought byBoabdil at 06:30 0 humans wrote something
Perfect conversation I
“Privet António!”
Privet Alyona.
Thought byBoabdil at 05:58 0 humans wrote something