Warning. This will prolly gross you out. But I need to let it out like some kind of pent up c-men of a disappointingly long ejaculation process. See this doesn’t happen all the time. I mean it doesn’t happen all the time since fuckable looking girls are hard to come by in jeepney rides recently, I dunno why. Speaking of fuckable though, there’s this scene in Margot in the Wedding where Nicole Kidman and Jennifer Jason Leigh are talking or arguing about being fuckable, or something to that extent. So that’s where I got the word fuckable.
But anyway, on the way home after the booktrip I just talked about, there was this petite girl with really nice plump breasts, not the papaya type which I don’t like, that I think if I cupped them with my hands it would really feel nice. But she’s not petite like it would make me a fucking pedophile; I think she was about my age though, mestiza complexion and all. I could’ve mistaken her for someone I barely knew by face but I dispelled the idea. I must’ve stared at her long and hard enough, though I keep on glancing at my books, that she turned sideways, her hair covering most of her face. That’s when I noticed another chick beside her, much younger, say 16, who’s also equally fuckable-looking. Menage-a-trois: liquidating the cobwebs of my mind, imaginary steamy and ecstatic copulation fogging the glass walls of a vintage car shuddering like there’s no tomorrow.
You have to be careful with a raging hard-on in jeepneys unless you have bag or carry-on luggage to cover up that growing tent up your crotch, or you have to mentally come or hastily think of un-perverse thoughts to pacify Mr. Wiener and not parade himself to unsuspecting passengers. Luckily for me, I always have my khaki messenger bag. That’s its other prurient purpose. Note of emphasis: this doesn’t really happen all the time, really.
10 comments:
wow... hehe okay lang yun.. yun din minsan purpose ng mga sling bag talaga heheh
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thanks sa blog hop
haha. ganun din siguro ginagawa mo. hahaha.
multi-purpose bag tawag dyan esp. sa mga masisikip na lugar. hehe.
ako din cant contain minsan, i wear bakat pants pa man din sa office minsan. most of the time nga lang, guys ang cause ehehe.
loud music really helps me in times like that. hehehe! thanks gavin degraw! hehehe!
that girl really turned you on! hehehe!
peace out!
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very intimate post naman, ya. hahaha
intimate ka jan. hehe :D
Str8 men think about sex every two minutes, gay guys think about sex every 9 seconds (Scientific data provided by Queer as Folk LoL).
It happens to me all the time that I don't even bother to cover it up with a sling bag. My view on this matter: anybody who would notice your boner is someone who is interested in it. Why else would he/she look down there in the first place? =P
Potentially blasphemous: I wonder if Jesus ever had a boner.
If the Last Temptation of Christ is to be believed, I firmly believe that yes he had a boner. =D
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