Homoeroticism.
Maybe it’s one of those comfort level things, but Cliff, Erik, and I have gotten exceedingly homoerotic lately. Granted, I’m the one that snickers endlessly at any mention of balls. Cliff started talking about golf balls and I just could not stop laughing. Ahem.
Erik required food, so I offered him the last burger I made, however I warned him that it’s rather thick. Before I even finished saying it, I knew he was going to comment on the thickness of my manmeat. It was thick. And true to form, Erik later commented that he couldn’t fit all of my manmeat into his mouth.
Come on, wouldn’t you make that joke?
We were playing Smash Bros 64, as we always do. Erik was toying around with being Kirby. I offered to let him suck me, and he politely declined. Anytime I ended up in his mouth, he’d spit me out. But whenever he sucked Cliff, he’d swallow! That asshole! How dare spit me but swallow Cliff!
Ha ha. That was just too easy for us to pass up.
It’s all verbal doublespeak. I think if either of them touched me, I’d be very uncomfortable very fast.
Somehow, someone brought up girls who get smashed, have sex with many different men, and then go, “Oh. I got raped. Whoops.” And then do it again the next night. I wondered aloud who the hell these guys are who would want those sloppy seconds. Because it certainly isn’t us or anybody we know.
And somehow we got talking about ejaculations. Erik was saying how, if he wants, he can completely prevent himself from ejaculating. I mentioned how I hate getting semen in my pubic hair. Erik said that’s never happened to him. I dribble, you see. And Erik is. Well. A couple years ago, I had a dream where he was ejaculating like a firehose. It’s become a bit of a running gag. Man, I wish I had reliable ejaculations. That’s why we keep Erik around when we need manliness. (That’s another running gag.)
Yeah, we talk about very strange things. I think I’ll go sleep naked now.
Your friends seem about as perverted as my friends. I was seemingly popular last night, being as I was the only female who could mainline a keg. We were drinking Heineken. *blinks* It’s like water. Anyway. I don’t understand girls who behave like that, the drinking/whoring. What is your opinion on female ejaculation? Methinks girl-squirting is kinda funny. Enjoy your naked sleep. I have not long awoken from an icky hung-over smoked-too-much sleep, and am now freshly showered and dressed. It just started raining. Hrm. I’m bored already. Rob is supposed to come over for some beers, but I don’t think he’s going to show up. I Hope not. The people I partied with last night are going to the next city over to presumably take drugs, which leaves me the option of staying home masturbating, or trying to wake up my ancient neighbour to watch some documentaries and eat borscht with. The latter sounds fantastic, especially as I can do the former afterwards. Anyway, as I was saying…. Sweet dreams. 🙂
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So show me, and I shall wank for you. Deal? 😛 I’m not a fan of beer, but it’s ok when you’re already drunk. I’d downed quite a few poorly made Bloody Mary’s, that I had to fix myself. (Ie they came with JUST tomato juice and vodka, none of the stuff that makes it a Bloody Mary) and a LOT of rum/coke. Hopefully tonight, if I drink, it will be vodka. It could be gin, but I’m hoping not, as that’s icky. Then again, I’m still stuck on orange juice. I may just orgasm, if I get to drink some fresh pulpy orange juice tonight. Oh to feel its icy wetness slide over my throat.
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Cigarettes I will admit to being adddicted to. Alcohol, however… People are always surprised when they discover how rarely I actually drink. It’s strange. The smoking is on its way out, I only had one cigarette last night. The only reason I got so ‘smoked out’ and sick today is because everyone was smoking pot last night, which I’m somewhat allergic to. Everyone in the bar was chainsmoking, which didn’t help matters much, either. So I think I did well, to only have one. My next orgasm shall be dedicated to you, Sir Timmeh. I am now going to find a non-pvc jacket (Ha, I don’t think I even own one that isn’t pvc…) and visit my neighbour. Or return my cousins clothes that I wore last night, and get mine back off her and her boyfriend. He was wearing my pvc pants and one of my fishnet shirts. It was interesting. Good night! *cuddles*
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I wonder if doing kegals or some other type of exercise would increase your “fire power”?
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wow… this is some really good insight into the things guys giggle about when there are no girls around. how kewl that you put it out there for the worldto see 🙂 im not sure i could post the female counterpart of that conversation haha…
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Double entendres are always fun.
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