xXx_JeNnErS_xXx
Bluelighter
Why haven't you focking called me? Man, I focking hate being on my moody period. You haven't called. It's been three hours. I just wanna hear your voice. Why do you do this to me? Is this how it will be when we live together? Beer? Beer? Beer?
I don't want that life.
Do you not wanna talk to me? I just wanna tell you happy birthday.
I am so focking tired. My eyes feel like they can't stay open. They just get heavier and heavier. This shift is so quiet. The internet is so boring. This job is so boring. I still have six more hours left. Wtf am I gonna do? Should I get some coffee?
I wonder what my baby is doing on his birthday? Prolly sitting at the pool table, getting drunk. Maybe some extra people are there. There's always extra people there.
Are you thinking of me? Do you wanna call me, but they won't get off the phone? I don't know what to think. All sorts of toughts wonder through my head.
Baby, I am sorry I can't get you more than a stupid card for your birthday.
I wish I could give you the world.
You drive me crazy. The way you look at me makes me get tingles all over my body. Nothing else matters. Everything else just dissapears. All I can see is you and all I can feel is our connection. It just feels so right.
...and when we make love. oh mah gawd. when we make love, the way you touch and rub and kiss me, hard but gentle. It feels so great, baby.
I love sitting on top of you and riding you. I love when I feel it hit that special spot and the grinding... back and forth and back and forth... until I feel a huge burst across my body. The best tingling sensation runs through each and every one of my bones.
Love is such a beautiful thing. The most beautiful thing, perhaps.
It doesn't get better than this.
You are so special, baby. I love when I kiss you down there and you look me in the eyes-- the connection we have is unbelievable. I love to kiss you right there... all over, until it gets nice and slippery and I just stick my tongue all over it... top, bottom, sides. I love the way you taste. I love to lick you up. And then... when you finally explode in me, the warmth of you trickling down my tongue, all over my lips. All I can hear is your soft grunts of pleasure, telling me how great it feels while grabbing my body tightly. As tight as you can.
I love to please you, baby. You are the finest creature on this earth.
I love when you kiss my cookie and you slowly put your moist tongue across my clit. Then, BaM, the best leg-shaking sensation I have ever had. I dig my nails in your skin to let you know how great it feels.
No one will ever be able to please me the way you do.
Now, I am not so mad that you haven't called. I know we are spending the rest of our lives together. You have forever to call me. I want you to spend time with your friends and family. I want you to get drunk. I want you to have fun.
...especially on your birthday.
[ 29 July 2002: Message edited by: xXx_JeNnErS_xXx ]
I don't want that life.
Do you not wanna talk to me? I just wanna tell you happy birthday.
I am so focking tired. My eyes feel like they can't stay open. They just get heavier and heavier. This shift is so quiet. The internet is so boring. This job is so boring. I still have six more hours left. Wtf am I gonna do? Should I get some coffee?
I wonder what my baby is doing on his birthday? Prolly sitting at the pool table, getting drunk. Maybe some extra people are there. There's always extra people there.
Are you thinking of me? Do you wanna call me, but they won't get off the phone? I don't know what to think. All sorts of toughts wonder through my head.
Baby, I am sorry I can't get you more than a stupid card for your birthday.
I wish I could give you the world.
You drive me crazy. The way you look at me makes me get tingles all over my body. Nothing else matters. Everything else just dissapears. All I can see is you and all I can feel is our connection. It just feels so right.
...and when we make love. oh mah gawd. when we make love, the way you touch and rub and kiss me, hard but gentle. It feels so great, baby.
I love sitting on top of you and riding you. I love when I feel it hit that special spot and the grinding... back and forth and back and forth... until I feel a huge burst across my body. The best tingling sensation runs through each and every one of my bones.
Love is such a beautiful thing. The most beautiful thing, perhaps.
It doesn't get better than this.
You are so special, baby. I love when I kiss you down there and you look me in the eyes-- the connection we have is unbelievable. I love to kiss you right there... all over, until it gets nice and slippery and I just stick my tongue all over it... top, bottom, sides. I love the way you taste. I love to lick you up. And then... when you finally explode in me, the warmth of you trickling down my tongue, all over my lips. All I can hear is your soft grunts of pleasure, telling me how great it feels while grabbing my body tightly. As tight as you can.
I love to please you, baby. You are the finest creature on this earth.
I love when you kiss my cookie and you slowly put your moist tongue across my clit. Then, BaM, the best leg-shaking sensation I have ever had. I dig my nails in your skin to let you know how great it feels.
No one will ever be able to please me the way you do.
Now, I am not so mad that you haven't called. I know we are spending the rest of our lives together. You have forever to call me. I want you to spend time with your friends and family. I want you to get drunk. I want you to have fun.
...especially on your birthday.
[ 29 July 2002: Message edited by: xXx_JeNnErS_xXx ]
