Crazy Eight wrote:
My boyfriend might not approve, but you know. He's flexible. Both literally and figuratively. Right Brendan?
I should've known you were being unfaithful. All of the Chipotle bags around the house. The random chest hairs laying around. The bible on the nightstand...
I straight up told you that you weren't the only man in my life. You seemed perfectly content with that but now it's all "I want commitment" and "hold my hand in public" and "why do we use condoms anyway". Whine whine whine.
Sometimes, you know, I can't believe you're this selfish. You don't even have the courtesy to do a fucking reach around, Keegan. I can't tell you how many times you've made my throat enflamed and numb but I hold back the tears just to make you smile. Fuck you.
Oh my God. This is just not my day. I never do a reach around because you're fucking flaccid 80% of the time. Reach around and do what exactly? And you said you liked it rough. Jesus. You wanna cry? Go ahead. It'll just make it better for me. Idiot.