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25 Mayıs 2023, 01:34
Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses you off. A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for sharing. Damn, what am I doing out here? Clearing my head... I really hate that bitch. Another car drives by, a little too close. A house with a messy yard to the left and the door wide open, a couple arguing inside, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. I feel like going up there and asking them if they want everybody to hear them. I would never do anything like that. I'm too much of a pussy. "Shut the fucking door," I think to myself. Bitch. I can't believe we were best friends growing up. Hell, our parents were too. We were so close, everybody just assumed we would get married when we grew up. Now she hates me worse than I hate her. She left for the summer, to stay at her cousin's house, a couple of years ago and when she came back she was different. I don't know what happened but I could tell as soon as she got back that she wasn't the same, Autumn. She seemed distant at first then just not interested in anything I had to say. I thought she was going through a phase but it just went downhill from there, until she quit talking to me all together. I found out later that the few friends I had were only associated with me because of her. They all dropped Ankara bayan escort (http://ankaradatenteci.com/) me when she quit talking to me. I ended up being dubbed one of the weird kids, with no friends and she became one of the most popular in the school. It doesn't hurt that her parents are well-off and she developed early, with long, thick, dark, hair, beautiful skin, an hourglass figure and big breasts. She dresses for show too. Hell, her voice is even sexy. In 1981 about the time we turned sixteen she started hanging out with a new crowd at high school and pretended I didn't exist. Now, she's went from ignoring me to downright hating me. She makes fun of me, along with her friends and even tried to get one dude to beat me up. I tried everything to get my best friend back but she just didn't exist anymore. She was replaced by this demon. A bird almost shits on me, splattering the asphalt next to my foot. If I had some change I would stop by the store and get a Cherry Coke but I don't so, think I'll head home and draw. No friends. Unlike Autumn, I never met anybody I felt like hanging out with for any extended amount of time. She made plenty. She's like at the top of the popular kid food chain. Such a bitch. Had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Lying in the bed, doodling in my art pad, while watching an old Star Trek re-run on TV. It comes on every night after the news. 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I finally get my cum-drenched underwear down far enough, so I don't squirt in them again... oh shit, where am I going to shoot this? The next stream comes out, landing on the mattress and blankets. It feels so good I start pumping with my right hand, not caring anymore where it lands. I squirt four more times before it subsides. Damn, that felt good. I try to remember what I was dreaming with no luck. Another wet dream. I've had a lot of them lately. Reality suddenly hits me. It's dark but I'm lying on top of the covers, with my pants pulled down Bayan escort Ankara (http://ankaradatenteci.com/) to my knees, cum all over the place with the door to my room wide open. I'm lucky my mom hasn't walked in. I get up, take my clothes off and wipe up with my shirt. Putting some shorts on, I close the door, turn the light on and clean the bed as best I can for now. I take my drenched underwear and put them in a bag hiding them under the bed to deal with in the morning when no one is looking. Once I get everything as clean possible, I notice the room smells like sperm. The window is open, hopefully it will air out by morning. My art pad fell to the floor while I was cleaning the bed. Picking it up I flip to my last drawing. Shit, there's a big stream of cum going across the page. I remember starting the picture but didn't realize I did so much to it. The demon girl is really detailed and moody... and HOT! She almost looks like she's alive and will blink any moment. It's more expressionistic than photo-realistic but very compelling. I can't believe I don't remember finishing it. I wish I hadn't shot fucking cum all over it. This is one I could be proud of but now I'll have to keep it to myself. Not like I have anybody to show anyway. Maybe I'll do another one tomorrow. I leave the pad open and put it under the bed so it will dry and the pages wont stick together. The next morning, I get up earlier than usual so I'll have time to dispose of my underwear before I head out to school. Of course my mom keeps hovering around me. Any other morning she'll leave me alone. Finally, with only a few minutes to spare, she starts cleaning the house. I run to the back yard with the bag of underwear, throw them in the trash can and set it on fire hoping my mother doesn't look out the window.