Well, I don't really know if he's actually afraid of getting bored, but that's a line from a great 311 song. This guy works at the drugstore down the street from my house, so I gave him an appropiate nickname. I can't get this fucker out of my mind, and it's driving me crazy.
He's 23. Sure at first I was like, 23? And still working part time at Walgreen's? That's what we all did in high school and maybe while we were in college, (seriously, tons of people my age did that, including myself, my brother, my best friend, a few other friends, and even some people I work with now,) but I learned he's got his Associate's in biology and is now working on his bachelor's at U of D. Brownie points.
He is fucking gorgeous. And he has no idea. He's painfully shy but when the clothes come off he's a total rockstar. I don't quite think he'd make a suitable partner for me, because he is so damn quiet sometimes. In most cases quiet = passive, and we all know how much of a disaster that can turn into with me, but he does have jerk-potential, and of course that turns me on. Plus our babies would be relentlessly beautiful.
I cannot get enough.
FUCK, he makes my head spin. Every time I walk into that damn store and see him I am reduced to a puddle of mush and I get a crazy tingling sensation in my belly. I hate that he's got that kind of power over me, but it's okay because he doesn't know. I have to play it cool and try not to trip over my own feet and make sure I wipe the drool from my chin before he sees me, and this is just at his place of employment. I really don't know how I manage to keep my composure when I'm standing naked in front of him in his bedroom.
It's as simple as that. I cannot get enough. When I'm ridiculously horny, he's the only one I fantasize about. We've been fucking around for about a year, and I still can't get over how beautiful he is, and the fact that I have actually managed to get him into bed. It never, ever, occurs to me that someone as attractive as him would even give me a second look. But he did. (Well, he had no choice because the night he walked into my bar I made a beeline for him, I introduced myself while running my hand through his shoulder-length hair, and charmed the pants right off of him. Literally.)
I can't say I'd be surprised that I'm on his mind alot, too. The booty calls at 3 or 4 in the morning a couple times a week give me that impression. Usually I'm passed the fuck out, but that's okay, right? If I jump at his beck and call then he'd get too used to it. And we all know this girl doesn't want that.
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