Monday, May 10, 2004

angela

i never imagined that i could last three years in a relationship. but i also never imagined enjoying fucking anyone as much as i enjoy fucking angela. she has a hot little body, perky tits, nimble fingers, a fiesty tongue and our appetites and tastes are totally aligned. she needs it as often as i do (as often as time permits). she's open to experimentation - to a point. we fooled around with one of her girlfriends once until i came over the other girl and jealousy overcame ange.

jealousy often overcomes ange. she kicked the shit out of my shins one time when i was being fondled by another girl on a drunken train trip. because we've been so open about our fantasies, she knows which of our female friends i want to fuck, and that makes for all kinds of awkward social situations. i no longer admit to being attracted to new girls we meet, but since the threesome thing isn't gonna fly, and since we live in such a small town, the only way for me to get to fuck other girls again is to ditch ange. and the only way i'm gonna be willing to do that is by proving to myself that i still remember how to score.

i wove a real spell to get into angela's bed the night we met, and i still don't quite know how it worked. i was not long out of a fiery relationship, tripping on acid in a bar, and saw her talking to a friend of mine. they'd shared an apartment a few years back, and he drunkenly thought that he might get into her pants, so hadn't introduced us. entranced, i walked straight up, said "i'm vagibond, by the way" and the rest is pretty much (soon-to-be) history. as we walked back to her place later on she suddenly stopped and faced me. "do you even know my name?". i knew for certain it was either "angela" or "andrea". a large part of the past three years of my life has been dictated by the mental coin toss that led me to guess "of course! angela."

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