Deep Thoughts While I’m Smoking A Blunt
The 18 year old and I spent the weekend together at my place just lounging around my apartment and I noticed that she sleeping over a lot more than usual. After watching the movie on Saturday, I was trying to think of a way to get her to go home, but I couldn’t. Was it my mind subliminally telling me that it’s okay to “take the next step” in this relationship? Was I beginning to accept the “settling down” routine? I needed to spend the whole weekend with her to see if this relationship was going at a pace that I was comfortable with.
My “girlfriend” is the type of chick who is far from a home body as she feels it’s a waste of time to stay cooped up at home. There’s an ambition about her that fuels my fire, but at the same time, she is a little lost in her own little “L.A.” world full of glamour and glitz that could one day bite me in the ass. She doesn’t expect much from me when it comes to buying her stuff (because my cock keeps her satisfied), but she likes to dress up a little more than the average broad. Keepin up with the joneses is not too exaggerated when talking about the 18 year old and that kinda freaks me out because all I need in my life is the purple kush, some good sex, and a decent meal every once in a while.
We had a lot of time this weekend to reflect on where this relationship was heading and she brought up the topic of moving in with me. I’ve been dodging this conversation for the last few months now because summertime was the time for bikini babes and cheatin whores—but autumn was beginning and the fun in the sun would come to a halt sooner or later. Was it time for me to let her move in?
Hell fuckin NO. I couldn’t give up my privacy just yet. Although I could be tappin her ass everyday, I wasn’t satisfied with that. I’m a claustrophobic motherfucker who needs space and I know for a fact that my “girlfriend” would smother me because that’s how she is when we’re together. We’re within reaching proximity about 90% of the time when we’re together; and what about my Trashytoons.com time? No more gorgeous animations to stimulate my mind before/after I go out on a night on the town? No online porn?! I again redirected our conversation after subtly saying that “it was almost time” for her to move in. I’ll let her hang on the hope of soon “owning” my cock. But, mark my words my brothers, she isn’t goin to have keys to my place anytime soon…
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