Monday, December 05, 2005
i did have sex saturday night, good sex even but what happened last night was more exciting. lord, i smoked nicotine. to be fair i didn't know i was going to be smoking nicotine. i'm in a situation with friends and one of said friends' trick. trick is so hot it hurts. blonde, baby faced thug. we're smoking a joint, i pass to trick and he strokes my hand before taking the joint. oodles of excitement run through me. this boy is hot hot white hot. conversation and light flirting continues. he rolls a hash joint and we seem to be engaged in a conversation of which i remember none. the two friends were also conversing but didn't include him and only occasionally tried to pull me in. trick lights the joint but dosen't take his eyes off me. it's a little disconcerting, i think he's passing the joint to me but he sends it off the other way. the joint makes it's way to me, i take a pull, hold, and a second one. tastes good. he says "how's that?" quite smirky. i exhale and say it's quite nice. as the high hits me i say "oh that's nicotine" and he chuckles. i mean of course it is, i watched him roll the damn thing. after the joint he offers me a cigeratte. knowing i should refuse i accept. those eyes, i'm telling you those eyes, i would have done anything. he was sent straight from some evil place to tempt and beguile me. i swear on it! he leaves the room. shortly thereafter friend he fucks with leaves and comes back announcing trick is high. tells me to go comfort him. huh? now and let's be clear, friend is friend and nothing more, nor ever will be. i feel like now he's offering up his trick to me. i'm uncomfortable. i beg off saying the cigeratte has made me sick. which isn't totally untrue. i beat off a nasty streak when i get home.
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