No matter how much I think I’ve moved on, the mistakes I made as a teenager still come back to haunt me from time to time. We all have memory ghosts. Those images, thoughts, and feelings that slip into our minds at any given moment, sneaky in their quiet approach, flashing behind our eyes without warning.
Months have gone by and everything feels so right. We started spending time with each other’s family. We were doing everything with each other except working hard and being honest. Yep, love was blinding my ass from the ultimate truth that’s Travis ain’t shit. I mean this mother fucker couldn’t keep a job to save his life. I couldn’t keep going with someone that couldn’t even provide for himself, but every time I tried to let go Travis gave me an excuse as to why I should stay. He fed me empty promises that love stupidity allowed myself to believe.
I remember his kiss being greasy from the Harold’s chicken he grabbed from upstairs. His tongue was flat and wide and he kept trying to waddle it into my mouth. I kept my lips tightly shut like the kids on television. He was fifteen at the time and had snuck into the show to watch Jason’s Lyric the week before. I think he was trying and failing to recreate a Jason and Lyric moment.
At this point in my life I've come to realize that I'm not really good at relationships. It's not my fault if you think about it because growing up I never had a well-functioning relationship in my family that I could watch and learn from. Unless you count my grandmother angrily washing dishes with the fire and furry of a thousand suns in her eyes, pretending to ignore the sound of "Burning Ring of Fire" by Jonny Cash being blared at a deafening level causing the entire house to shake healthy. So when I finally meet a guy that I'm interested in I unintentionally and do any and everything possible to fuck it up and I am once again left sad and alone with nothing but a bottle of red and monstercockland.com to keep me company. This, my dear friends, is yet another prime example of one of those instances…
Arrogant assholes have always been my thing. I think it’s because people like this means good looks, money, power, status, partying, drugs, and fun. Omg, the way they carry themselves was so addictive. Swearing they’re the best next thing that everybody wants. The challenges them mother fuckers use to put me through gave me a hard on. The fact they could have anyone in the world, but they chose me stroked my ego. It’s funny because I never went after their money, status, body, or even their love. I just wanted my ego stroked.
Losing Bash took a lot out of me and for a while I couldn’t look at Tom-Tom or even ask to see him. Mo and Jerry stayed by my side for nearly the whole year, but I eventually had to get over the grief and move on with my life, not that I didn’t sometimes find myself hiding in the closet with his shirt and letter just to have a good cry.
One of my partners told me once that he wanted to “Live Out Loud” with me. This seemed like an incredible idea (and one we both embraced)! You see, my boyfriend is not married. He lives in a different city. When I spend time with him “out loud” (ie. in public) in his city, it’s somewhat unlikely I’ll see anyone I know. So, we do this. We go to restaurants. We go for walks. We attend concerts. We hold hands. We are seen together. And this feels really normal, as it should.
Don't even think about using a spoon. There is no reason to be tidy and prissy went the action is on.
Apparently, fat old white men are not to be trusted. And the source of all evil in the world. This is what I hear gushing from the mouths of people who have not lived long enough to have a clue, about sex or the world in which they live. And honestly I find such talk boring, boring because of its self-righteous posture and it's lack of connection to reality. The young women in my life enjoy my hard cock and love to watch me stroke it. And love when I shoot my small offerings of sploodge.
So we focus so much on fake sugar daddies that we forget that there's fake babies. I will say she but this will also apply to male sugar babies. I will also cover some myths you believe about sugar babies. So let's get started.