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Friend with benefit. Sex Surplus. Spead dial 5.
Whatever you want to call them, they are a thing of beauty. No emotional attatchments, sex whenever you want it, no stress.
YEAH RIGHT.
Almost garunteed, one person in the partnership will have feelings for the other. Thats WHY they agree to "meaningless" sex, because they are usually so hopelessly in love with the other side that they'll take whatever they can get. They give eveything they have, praying that eventually they'll get the person to fall in love with them. Worse then prostitution.
At least then, you can at least get a ride out of the person.
I have the chance, possibly, to hook up with Jewel (Read the previous post) over this march break, which starts next weekend. I've actually come up with a bit of a scheme to try and at least make out with him. I've been in love with him for two years. Honest to goodness love. I would do anything for him. Hes one of the hottest guys at my school (And unfortunatly knows it. as does everyone ELSE.) He truly is gourgeous though. I'd post a picture but there are a couple people who I know read this that would recognize him and figure me out.
I may sound like a slut, but I would sleep with him. I want to sleep with him. We're pretty close, but I'd like to get intimately close.
Heres my plan:
I make me money by writing essays for other people. 500 word essay with bibliography, title page, and given to me two days before the due date, 40 bucks. Thats three grams and munchies. Im thinking about waiting until march break, then picking a day where I have the whole day to waste, and calling him relativly early in the day, noonish or so, so he doesnt have plans. I say I need to pick up off him. Hes still at home, I say Ill come to him seeing as I need to go down that way anyways (Which is a lie, but sh. I need an escape plan in case something goes amiss.) I show up at his house, get the stuff, then say something along the lines off "You know what, we havent EVER gotten high together! I've got some time, roll us up a blunt babes!" He'll say yes (Who wouldnt say yes to smoking someone else's weed? Free high, as they say.) we'll be high, (he gets REALLY affectionate when hes high), moves are made, and the rest will hopefully be history.
Im excited. Either way, I get to spend time with him, which is a score.
Still, I REALLY hope I get laid this spring break ;) I already have condoms in my bag.
I also PRAY I dont get my period. Praying SO hard.
Hey, you asked.
]]> Buzznet youasked 2009-03-05T16:38:00Z http://youasked.buzznet.com/user/journal/3746941/story-chemicals/
Im interpreting this as drug use. If not drug use, then I have no story with chemicals other then nearly getting suspended for throwing a sealed bottle of weak acid at my friends head in science class.
To those that don't know, I live in Canada. Canada is practically the marijuanna capital of the freaking world. I smoked my first joint when I was 12. My sister, her boyfriend, and a few community kids that I'd grown up with. My sister is two years older then I am. She'd been smoking with her friends since the summer before seventh grade, so naturally I was dying to get high. I took my first hit hidden behind my elementary school, and nearly coighed up a lung. Everyone laughed as I scrambled for the water bottle that was offered to me. Slowly, I started to get used to it and took a few more hits. A few minutes later I was flying. Everything was 100 times funnier, nothing was stressful, life was beautiful. We giggled our way to the Tim Hortons that was a few blocks away. Once we arrived, I realized I was hungry. REALLY hungry. I ended up spending 15 dollars on doughnuts, and they're only about $1.32 each. Once I'd devoured those, I was definantly starting to lose my edge. My feet were drooping, and everyone was slowing down. To make a long story short, I ended up burning out and sleeping for thirteen hours.
Weed was where it started. Three years spent smoking up in basements, hotboxing igloos, camping trips that are all a haze. Then, one day, I called up my old dealer (A friend of my sister's who is currenty in lock up for shooting someone) to get a half O, (Which is half an ounce of ganja) to find that he didn't have anything on him. (High school dealers have limited resources.) But, he did have E. Ex. The love drug. Ecstacy. A lovelife in pill form. My sister had, surprise surprise, already popped E, so I decided to give it a go. The world was STUNNING. I remember it was the dead of summer, and I sat staring into a swimming pool for 4 hours straight. It was marvelous. Beautiful. Spectacular.
I could ramble on and on about trips, dangerous outings, shakedowns. And later on, I will. But currently theres 3 grams and a bottlebong waiting for me in my bedroom, and I have to get through Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's tale" by tomorrow morning. It's really good so far, by the way.
Not to mention I have to call Jewel (Not jhis real name, but hes my diamond in the rough) my INCREDIBLY sexy I-want-to-fuck-you-now dealer and friend, as I'm going to a party this weekend and need some LSD for the birthday boy. But thats another story.
Hey, you asked.
]]> Buzznet youasked 2009-02-12T16:07:00Z http://youasked.buzznet.com/user/journal/3743451/deed/ "That's exactly what I want."
Our conversations usually took this jokey turn, so I lol'ed and winkey-faced and that was where we left it. His birthday was on the Monday, so we made plans to hang out, just the two of us, at his dad's apartment the following saturday. It started out as it usually did; listening to music, him playing guitar, watching videos on youtube. There are no chairs in his room, so I was laying down on his bed. After a slightly shakey version of "Sweet Child O' mine" by Guns N Roses, he put down his axe and laid beside me. Closer then I was used to. I could smell his delicious cologne and feel his sweet breath on my cheek.
"You know, I never got my birthday present..."
Next thing I knew he had his tounge down my throat and his hand up my shirt. After 15 minutes, I could feel his excitment poking my thigh, and instinctivly reached down to stroke it through his jeans. He moaned, and as a girl whose of the average standard, making a "hot" boy moan was definantly ego-boosting. I had told him once that I wasn't a virgin, just because he made it seem like still having your cherry wasn't attractive. While I had touched myself once or twice, this was as far as I had ever gone sexually.
In other words, I lied. Oops.
After teasing him through the fabric for a few minutes, he somehow managed the take off his belt while not removing his hand from under my shirt or breaking the kiss at all. (I must applaud him, as this had to have taken some skill. Or practise, at least.) He slid off his jeans and now it was obvious just how serious he was. Nerves and hormones were fighting for top position within my heart and stomach. Eventually, they decided they could live with each other, and, as nervous as I was, I could feel my heartbeat in a place I had never felt it before. His hands moved to the waistband of my black yoga pants, and I instinctivly let out a small little squeak.
Attractive or what.
"Are you okay...?" He asked me breathlessly. I looked into his eyes, searching for some kind of sign that this was what I wanted. All I could see was smoldering desire that I was sure was echoed within my own gaze.
"Uh...weneedprotectionbecauseIdontwannagetpregnant." I let it all out in one quick breath.
"Don't worry. I've never fucked without one, I dont plan on starting with you." That comment meant nothing at the time, but stung a little afterwars. Did he think I was unclean? What the hell?
Anyways, I dont wanna get too fanficy on you, so I'll leave out the play by play. Needless to say, I gave myself to Classy that day. With his little borther playing rockband in the next room, and my friend thinking I was at a family function.
AND IT HURT LIKE HELL.
To anyone who has been told sex the first time doesnt hurt, they're LYING to you.
I'm still best friends with the girl, and she has no idea. I see Classy once in a while seeing as I am currently leading his best friend on to get Warped Tour tickets. But thats another entry.
Hey, you asked.
]]> gossip sex youasked Buzznet youasked 2009-02-11T18:49:00Z http://youasked.buzznet.com/user/journal/3743231/you-asked/ What else we seem to be obsessed with is gossip. Dirty, raunchy, filthy, nasty gossip. Admit it, you enjoy hearing the latest tidbit about that slut in school, or Chris Brown and Rihanna. Even if you dont repeat it, you like being in the know.
So I offer you the greatest gossip and real buffet you will ever be offered.
Me.
A look into a teenager's life. All the parties, the sexcapades, the friend drama, everything. You can talk all the shit about me you want on the comments, send on all the hatemail without feeling guilty, because I'm INVITING you to.
This is not for efame, as you wont ever know who I am. This is simply to let people into the secret lives of other people, to let people they aren't alone, to let you spy on what you've always wanted to know:
Is what I'm doing really what everyone else is? Am I disgustijng? Dirty? Bitchy? Skanky?
Now you can compare notes.
Whether I get no readers or 1000000, this will be the greatest thing I've ever done. I can confess every secret without any backlash.
Take this journey with me. But remember;
you asked.
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