I think the be...

I think the best comment I've gotten in show_your_boobs was from a girl saying my boobs mader her wonder what it would be like to play with another girl. Woo-hoo!

i <3 cummi

cumboy is my new hero today!

Jesus H. Chri...

Jesus H. Christ on a jumped-up pony, while I was showering, my @!%$%# dog climbed on the table, pulled my !#^#@$#@ FENDI bag onto the floor and proceeded to gnaw through the strap and ruin it, get the bag open, chew on my cell phone, destroying the antenna and scratching the face, chew up at LEAST 60 bucks, put teeth holes in my drivers license and Visa card, crack open a pen, and shred about a dozen tissues. ::shakes fist:: To the pound!

Updat...

Updated Homestar finally!

i like boys =)

I feel like someone has spent the past half hour beating me with a large stick. boo for being sick =(--I ran into Angelo at the bar last night, post consumption of what might have been a whole cow between the four of us. Mmmm... steak...Anyway.The place we ate at was filled with drunken, badly dressed hairy people over 40. Being far too young and way too acquainted with waxing, we decided hanging out with wildebeests wasn't our scene and bailed to hit the usual places. We'd been there for about an hour and I was talking to this guy Pepe. Or rather, he was talking and I was trying to ignore him. An hour after knowing me the first time we'd met, he'd let me know the only reason he was talking to me was to get laid. Lauren was giving him her best bitch face (which yes, is scary), Joanna and Erin blatantly walked away, and I had turned my back to him to talk to the bartender. But some guys just don't know how to take no for an answer. I reached over to take my drink and someone hugs me from behind and puts their face in my neck. My first reaction is defensive. I do *not* appreciate people taking it upon themselves to touch me, and of course, I think it's fucking Pepe, trying to advance his cause. I yank away from whoever is hanging on me, about to get seriously nasty, turn around, and there's Angelo, with his arms up in front of his face, laughing at me. So yeah. I felt more than a little stupid while he introduced me to his friends as Tyson. Yeah. Umm.Mmm... Angelo. Angelo and I have never done the whole PDA hanging out in public places thing. He has a girlfriend, and while that's fine by me (yeah, point fingers, whatever - if it's not me, it's someone else he's messing around with, and well, yeah.. it's angelo), it's not okay with the usual crew of mutual friends we're with. Last night was an odd mix of people, no one who really knows each other or his girlfriend, and it was like, game on. Making out like high-schoolers? Puh-leeaze. If you're going to do it, do it right. I wouldn't kiss him at first, not until I had had a few drinks, because I KNOW him and I know where things lead. Angelo can tell you he's only going to kiss you, and the next thing you know, you're half undressed in bed with him. (and sometimes with another guy next to you ;)Angelo was sitting at the bar, facing me, and I was standing between his legs, my hand on his thigh, his arm around my waist. We'd been standing like that for a long time, touching each other and talking. I couldn't keep my hands off of him, and it's like that every time I see him. There's an overwhelming need to touch him, to feel his skin, to feel the muscles and tendons under my palms, the texture of his hair. The first time we'd done anything more than kiss, we'd laid together afterwards, skin to skin, just touching each other. I don't know if it's something I got from him or something he got from me, but it's there, it's undeniable. The majority of our friends don't know we're anything more than platonic. There are nights when we're together for hours and the most we get is a chaste kiss on the cheek, maybe a hug. Those nights are terrible. He's told me he's left us on those nights to go straight to his girlfriend's house, to fuck her the way he imagines fucking me. He tells me he thinks of me when he comes. I like that, terrible as it is. I like knowing I'm on his mind even when he's inside another girl. We haven't fucked yet. Despite what happened with Mario a few weeks ago, all the times of running into each other, it's never happened. I don't know if I want it to. I think I like this anticipation better than anything. Much like last time I saw him, we teased. Except this time, it was me smothering him with gentleness, butterfly kisses on his neck, on his cheek, on the corner of his lips. Far enough on his mouth that he was compelled to kiss back, although most of his lips were kissing air, not me. He put down his drink and slipped his hand under my hair at the back of my neck. A tender, deceptive hold to anyone watching, I tilted my head against his wrist and felt the undeniable pressure he was placing on my nape. "Christine," he said, giving me the steady, even, can't-hide-from-it look that makes me squirm and my stomach toss, "if you don't stop that, or kiss me, there's going to be trouble". I looked down and smiled. Bluntness makes me shy. More shy than I usually am. I looked up again and his face was inches from mine, his eyes reading mine, flicking back and forth from one to the other. I didn't do anything but look at him, and he leaned in as if to kiss me. He veered off at the last second, after my eyes were closed and kissed my cheek instead, damp lips lingering on my skin, dragging them to the corner of my mouth, doing to me what I'd done to him. I opened my eyes to see his, laughing at me, and grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, hard, turning my head and slanting my lips against his, taking a step that put my chest flush against his. He reciprocated and kissed back, his tongue in the back of my mouth, arms around my waist, sliding lower to my ass and squeezing, moving higher before I had a chance to stop him. The bar was getting more and more crowded by now and someone bumped against me, pushing me closer into him and he tightened his arms around me, running his hands up and down my back as my hands traveled his shoulders. Declan, the bartender, hooted "Get a room!" in his brogue, drawing my attention and making me realize where we were. I pulled away and blushed, still standing in the protective circle of Angelo's arms, between his thighs, and he kissed my red cheek, drank half his new beer, and smiled. We looked around and realized our friends were completely gone, swallowed in the crowd, and stood, headed to the back to find them. Halfway there we passed the Confessional - the phonebooth, which protrudes and makes a shadowy corner behind it. I pulled him into that corner and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him to bend down so I could kiss him. He took the kiss and ran, forcing me against the wall and covering me with his body, his pressed to the length of mine, his hands on my waist and mine on his neck. His fingers slipped under my shirt and found bare skin, much like in the park, except we were surrounded by dozens of people. He ran his hands under the back of my shirt, up then down, finding my ass again and squeezing, pulling my hips foward into his. He pressed himself against me and I felt him getting hard. The kiss broke and I rested my face on his shoulder, kissing his shoulder, then whispered in his ear how badly I wanted him naked. He groaned and rested his forehead on mine, telling me he was his friends' ride. "Yeah, but, " I said, tequila and hormones and "fun n frolic chrissy" talking, "everyone's not leaving for hours". "What are you saying?" he asked, starting to smile, twirling a strand of my hair on his finger."Car?" I suggested"And if I do, " he asked, "what's in it for me?"I told him it would be worth his while. Damn me for being a better writer than talker. He laughed again and I deliberately licked my lips. He asked what I was trying to tell him, and I finally got it out. "Angelo. I want to suck your cock"The second I said it he grabbed my hand, pulled me behind him, and started to fight his way through the crowd to the doors. We left our coats in the cloakroom and ran out the door, getting stamped for re-entry, holding hands and laughing, almost running to his car.We turned the corner and stopped to kiss, leaning on the wall of an apartment building, breaking apart after seconds in the cold air and hurrying down the block. His car is an older 2 door Thunderbird, sitting in the backseat you can barely see out, and that's where we ended up, the heater running, defroster and lights off. He fell on me the second the door closed, kissing me fiecely, his hands in my hair, forcing me to my back underneath him. I brought my legs up as far as I could in the small space and squeezed him, pulling him tighter to me, loving the feeling of being crushed by his weight. I love to be pinned, love to be overpowered, love the weight of a man on a top of me, feeling helpless. We kissed roughly, over and over again, rolling into each other, dragging teeth and lips and tongues over necks and throats and shoulders, he unbuttoned my shirt and without preamble took my nipples in his mouth thrugh my bra, such thin lace I might have been naked anyway. He dragged my nipple through his front teeth, biting and squeezing my breast with one hand, the other hand holding my arm above my head. I fought away from him and pulled his head back to mine, wanting to kiss him for hours, my fingers moving from his short spiky hair to his chest to his jeans, moving down and finding him hard, grabbing him. He moaned and ground into my hand, saying "please.."do it.."It was my turn to be evil and I squeezed harder, asking "do it? Do what? What do you want?" "Suck my dick" he answered, his eyes closed, one hand clasping over mine, holding it to his dick. We'd been in the car for no more than 10 minutes, and I wanted to fuck him so badly. I was wet for him, I could myself sliding against my panties, could feel how swollen I was for him, knowing that going down on him would make it worse. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backwards, into a sitting position. He stretched his legs out as much he was able and I unbuttoned his jeans, drew the fly down and spread it. He helped at that point like most guys do, I think instinctively, lifting his ass to slide his pants down and adjusting himself through his boxer-briefs. There was a small wet spot of pre-cum staining the light gray to charcoal. I put my hands on his knees and ran them up his thighs, sliding them under the legs of his underwear, burying my hands to the wrist and encircling the base of his cock. He was still completely covered, and I bent my head and took the tip in my mouth, lightly, the fabric rough on my tongue and he made a sound under his breath, his hands hovering above my head. I bit the tip, gently, drawing it through my teeth, then did it again, going a little deeper, drawing it out, letting him slide out of my mouth. "I want to taste your skin" I told him as I freed him from his underwear, his cock popping out, straight and smooth and thick. He looked down at me and licked his lips, not saying a word, holding my eyes with his until I bend to lick a line from tip to base, barely touching him, breathing in his scent as I went, finding he had just recently shaved. I pulled my hands out of the legs of his boxer-briefs and pulled them to his knees, curled up on the seat between his knees, and ran my cheek down the side of his cock, loving his soft skin against my face. I wrapped my hand around the base of him and jerked him off for a few strokes, finding the precum at his tip and working that down his shaft, then bent and licked a drop off of him, stretching it off my tongue, looking at him, letting him know I was savoring it. He closed his eyes and I told him to open them. When I had his eye contact I plunged down on his cock, taking it in my mouth as far as I could without gagging, and came up, sucking. He came out of my mouth with a slurping noise and groaned again softly, telling me to do that again. I did, the hand at the base of his cock working, sliding up and down with my hand as I sucked on him, trying to take him further each time. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I worked on him, his precum in my mouth driving me crazy. He said what I was thinking then, "I want to fuck you so hard", his head back, his eyes closed, one hand playing idly on my shoulder. I couldn't answer, my mouth was full of him, and I just smiled and said "Mm-hmm". I don't know how long I worked on him, sucking and licking, nipping gently, rolling his balls in my hand. He sat up and shifted and told me to look up at him. I did, and he held my eyes while I sucked his cock, letting me see what he was feeling, his hips starting to buck up and meet my mouth. His balls tightened in my hand and his cheeks flushed. He kept his eyes on mine, fought them closing, his brow wrinkling, breathing harder and I moved faster, squeezing him tighter, making it wetter. He moaned and started to cum and the first spurt landed on my tongue, salty-sweet, and he yanked me off him by his hair, grabbing himself and jerking off, cumming on his chest and stomach. His hips rose and fell with his orgasm, head finally thrown back, hand slowing on himself. He opened his eyes and smiled and kissed me, tongue in my mouth, taking the taste of himself off my lips, and I asked why he had done that, pulled me away. "Honestly," he said, "I couldn't remember what you said you did, and I felt bad". I laughed at him, kissing him again. He hunted around and got himself cleaned up while I sat next to him, watching, then turned to me with an evil grin and said "your turn". "Uh-uh", I said, "no naked Chrissy in a car".He made fun of me as he went for my jeans, getting the button undone before I caught his hand. He easily got free and continued, unzipping my fly and pulling my belt out while I begged him not to. He ignored everything I said and wriggled his hand in my panties, his fingers finding how wet I was almost immediately. "Wait," he laughed, "you're this wet and you're not going to let me touch you? Please. Shut up". And slipped his finger inside me, his thumb on my clit. He fingered me, his mouth on mine, his other hand on my breast, squeezing, knowing where to touch to make me squirm. He found my g-spot and rubbed it mercilessly, getting me impossibly wet, bringing me way too close to cumming like that for comfort, especially in jeans. (Uh yeah. That's something I can do). I wanted him so badly it didn't take much. He transferred his fingers to my clit, rubbing in small circles, and almost instantaneously, I came, almost embarrasingly fast. He didn't stop when I did, just kept going, pressing more lightly but faster, giving me barely any time to recover before I came again, clutching his arm and bucking against his hand. He stopped then, slowly slipping his hand out of my panties and up my tummy, pressing himself to me, semi-hard again, kissing me again. It was turning more serious, getting to a point where was considering a hotel out loud, when my phone started to ring, then his. I kept kissing him, not letting him answer it, until mine rang for the 6th or so time, and I checked to see Lauren, who's ride I happened to be. We sat in his car, both of us half undressed and talked to our friends, telling them we'd stepped outside for some air and would be back in a minute. We made our way back, sheepish, holding hands, to the scrutiny of everyone, who we hadn't fooled. But having his cum in my mouth was well worth the jokes I had to hear all the way home from my friends.

So th...

So the plans for tonight are: D) none of the choices I listed.Talking to the girls revealed an astonishing amount of sluggishness, alcholic craving, hunger for greasy food, and desire for male company. Lauren and I were chief social directors, as always, with veto power in my hands since I volunteered to drive, and we came up with this plan:Dinner at either Skinflints(pub food) or Canteena("pseudo" Mexican), which also puts us *very* close to a plentiful alcohol supply, and saves us having to travel to another bar.From there, depending on the situation(read: amount of hot guys) at the pub, it's off to one of three places - the monk, peggy's or bullshits bullshots, or finding real estate at the bar wherever we decide to eat. If all else fails, there's always the house party. Oh yeah, we're also pre-celebrating my birthday.. what the hell.. it's only 18 days away. Heh.. Happy birth-month to me!Any excuse to party, lol.

Jimmy Fallon ...

Jimmy Fallon owns. I forgot how funny this song is. I know what you want, And I know what you need.But I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, cause I'm an idiot, and I'm your boyfriend, yes I am. And I'm gonna take you out, leave my wallet at home,then I'll use your cell phone, baby,long distance, and I'm your boyfriend. Baby I know,I'm a man who's made mistakes.I've still got some learning to do.I made out with your best friend the other day.And now, we're best friends too.Yeah!And I know what you want.And I know what you need.And I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, 'cause i'm an idiot.And I'm your boyfriend, yes I am.And I'm gonna get you a gift (Hey), but it's something I like too.Hope you like this Norelco Beard Trimmer.With my name on it, and I'm your boyfriend.I'm gonna get real drunk and call my baby up,4 o'clock in the morning!Wake you up.I'm an idiot.(Pick up the phone.)Come on. I love you.Let's get in my dad's SUV,And we'll go over to my house, my crib, my pad.I'll tell my mom to go to sleep,Then we'll have the living room all to ourselves, you see.We'll put on some great DVD's I picked up.How about, like, something like the Matrix.I can turn my boombox up, and make the bassSmack the side of my momma's couch - uh. (Yeah!)Hey baby, you like fine cooking? (Yeah)'Cause you know what?I got a Swansons dinner in the freezer,With your name on it.Check it out.I've got a permanent wave, yeah.I got a Ogilvie home perm, babyUh!I honk the horn.Can you honk the horn?Can you honk the horn?Let me hear ya honk it.Come on.And let me hear you say uh - uh. (Yeah)Let me hear you say uh - uh - uh. (Yeah)Let me hear you say uh - uh.Let me hear you say uh - uh - uh - uh - uh - uh. Oh - oh Yeah!

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By the way, I can add, really. I meant to say THREE options in the last post =)

Okay, so two...

Okay, so two options for tomorrow night's festivities.Do I go to EJ's house apartment-warming party with all of his drunk, high and coked up friends, with a guarantee of sex and an almost definite probability of a fight, because that's what we do..or do I go to dinner with the girls and do the usual tour of Bay Ridge bars, most definitely running into the past rejects I've hooked up with and probably finding some new specimen of for-the-love-of-god-why-didn't-your-parents-use-a-condom bar rat to drag home..or should I go to dinner with the girls and convince those lazy bitches to go into the city and head to calico jack's or the tiki room?Is it worth selling my soul over hibachi steak to get them into the city?Is it worth the annoyance factor of every jerky guy I've met in Bay Ridge walking by and hip checking me but not saying hello while checking out my cleavage?Is it worth the argument potential with EJ to get what might be spectacular or fair-to-middling ass? (oh, and I'm not allowed to speak to his roommate)Which is the lesser of three evils? Beats me.