Status: ehh

I'm Not the Reason You're Insane

Come As You Are

This little bitch wants to fucking handcuff me? That pussy! Why can't he just fight me back?

“Oh Craig, do you know how horny you make me when you look like that? Like a whore?" he moaned and I smirked.

My nose stopped bleeding, thank god! If he broke my nose, I'd be so fucking pissed! After he takes off his basketball shorts, he started taking my jeans off. I know exactly what he's going to do, and it's not going to work because I'm going to get out of these cuffs one way or another.

“You didn't answer my question Craigy-poo." I hate when he calls me that.

You see, when we first started dating, I would be the top one night, then he would, and it would go like that. Then when we started fighting, we just went by who ever could get the other down, would be the one who'd top that night. When we are done fucking, our anger goes away and we're back to normal in til the next night.

Since we've started this thing, I've only topped nine times, and he's topped twenty times! Yea, we fight. A lot. I'm determind to top tonight or when ever. I perfer the sooner since, his dick is thicker than mine, and sometimes it hurts.