boooooooty call....

Cruel2BKind

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depression

feeling unloved, unwanted, ugly, and other words that start with u
 
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the dorm room vertical tango can be quite interesting too.
 
the dorm room vertical tango can be quite interesting too.
Uh, yeah, like painted cinder block walls that leak any and all sounds and barging-in roommates. :D

(Lousy show-stoppers...*grmbl grmbl*)
 
Uh, yeah, like painted cinder block walls that leak any and all sounds and barging-in roommates. :D

(Lousy show-stoppers...*grmbl grmbl*)

I would think that vertical play would be easier to cover when roommates barged in that horizontal play is.

Don't really know, though. I went into my own apartment the second year--and I was a dumb bunny to sex in college anyway.
 
I would think that vertical play would be easier to cover when roommates barged in that horizontal play is.

Don't really know, though. I went into my own apartment the second year--and I was a dumb bunny to sex in college anyway.
Well, my curiosity sometimes outweighed my good sense. And it didn't seem to matter whether it was vertical or horizontal...the face revealed all!! :eek:

The "being caught" thing definitely wasn't one of my kinks. Although I admit I got real sadistic pleasure in a "slow reveal", watching it dawn on another pair who thought they were being quiet when I was really awake and watching/listening the whole time. :D Now who's being quiet? Ahhh, faces being buried in the pillow!

(and then I'd be paid back years later with someone else mimicking what I sound like back at me after I'm dressed. GAH! PEOPLE! (Although in my defense, at least it sounded like I'd been having a good time...))

Where were we?

Oh yeah, I'm feeling happy knowing someone's gettin' sum right now "bow chicka bowowwww!"
 
I spoke too soon.

He texted me, and then I made sure my roommate would be gone for a few hours, I took a shower and texted him, he kept not answering, and then an hour later I went up to his room and he basically shrugged me off.

I came down here, had a good cry and contemplated whether or not to leave a beautiful lie or tell the embarrassing, frustrating truth.

He's bisexual. And I'm starting to think that he's just gay and trying to use me as a vehicle to convince himself that he's bisexual. I'm fucking sick of him using it as an excuse not to go down on me. If he's so grossed out by me, then he should stop lying to himself.

I don't mind so much being a 'hollaback' girl. But he could at least have some fucking decency about it.
 
I spoke too soon.

He texted me, and then I made sure my roommate would be gone for a few hours, I took a shower and texted him, he kept not answering, and then an hour later I went up to his room and he basically shrugged me off.

I came down here, had a good cry and contemplated whether or not to leave a beautiful lie or tell the embarrassing, frustrating truth.

He's bisexual. And I'm starting to think that he's just gay and trying to use me as a vehicle to convince himself that he's bisexual. I'm fucking sick of him using it as an excuse not to go down on me. If he's so grossed out by me, then he should stop lying to himself.

I don't mind so much being a 'hollaback' girl. But he could at least have some fucking decency about it.

I'm sorry. He told me you were the one who called it off. :eek:
 
I'm sorry to hear that your "good friend" stomped on your heart. Sounds like he isn't so good after all.

The only U words that come to mind are:

Your friend is unworthy of your affection.
You are unbelievably talented and unsung.
You deserve unconditional love. Don't settle for less.

:heart: :rose:
 
I spoke too soon.

He texted me, and then I made sure my roommate would be gone for a few hours, I took a shower and texted him, he kept not answering, and then an hour later I went up to his room and he basically shrugged me off.

I came down here, had a good cry and contemplated whether or not to leave a beautiful lie or tell the embarrassing, frustrating truth.

He's bisexual. And I'm starting to think that he's just gay and trying to use me as a vehicle to convince himself that he's bisexual. I'm fucking sick of him using it as an excuse not to go down on me. If he's so grossed out by me, then he should stop lying to himself.

I don't mind so much being a 'hollaback' girl. But he could at least have some fucking decency about it.

Fugg 'im. There's plenty of fish in the big blue sea out thar that will go down on you, without excuses. Next time he calls up lookin' for some strange because he finally got it up for girl stuff, tell him to talk to the hand, if you know what I mean! ;)
 
Cruel, he's a bastard--but he might also be a plot bunny. Try this--he's bi now, gay later, he pulls this shit on some girl (like you), and then he meets some guy who uses him as a cumbucket. Copy editing included.
 
Cruel, he's a bastard--but he might also be a plot bunny. Try this--he's bi now, gay later, he pulls this shit on some girl (like you), and then he meets some guy who uses him as a cumbucket. Copy editing included.

Only works if me and the guys (lets make it four or five, I was really emotionally distressed) are in cahoots. Let me think about it.
 
I'm sorry to hear that your "good friend" stomped on your heart. Sounds like he isn't so good after all.

The only U words that come to mind are:

Your friend is unworthy of your affection.
You are unbelievably talented and unsung.
You deserve unconditional love. Don't settle for less.

:heart: :rose:

And thanks. This really helped cheer me up.
 
Wow, he was a rea ass hole. I would never leave a hot pussy like yours go unlicked and underutilized, you deserve better.:kiss:
 
I spoke too soon.

He texted me, and then I made sure my roommate would be gone for a few hours, I took a shower and texted him, he kept not answering, and then an hour later I went up to his room and he basically shrugged me off.

I came down here, had a good cry and contemplated whether or not to leave a beautiful lie or tell the embarrassing, frustrating truth.

He's bisexual. And I'm starting to think that he's just gay and trying to use me as a vehicle to convince himself that he's bisexual. I'm fucking sick of him using it as an excuse not to go down on me. If he's so grossed out by me, then he should stop lying to himself.

I don't mind so much being a 'hollaback' girl. But he could at least have some fucking decency about it.


Tell him. Give him the full SP and let him have it between the eyes; in public if necessary.
"You don't want to go down on me; would you if I had a dick?"
 
Ahem. Save a lot of people a lot of grief and just write him off and move on. We're having a national-profile murder trial in Charlottesville just now over convoluted "get even" college-dorm sexual shenanigans.
 
Listen, the only thing I'm going to do is not sleep with him again.

I'm not into revenge, I'm just angry and depressed.
 
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