1.
So when I was 18
So when I was 18
I didn't really care too much for how my lifestyle
affected others. I was more preoccupied in the
moment in front of me,
than any moments that
might lay behind me
or even before me.
That being said I was 18, beautiful,
and ready to face anything
that came across my path.
Take "Melody" for example. <-- intent motherfucker
At 18, who wouldn't want
A blonde haired blue eyed vixen
with 36 DD's and a
tight ass to boot knockin
at your doorstep??
2.
So I answered.
Now it turns out that
my prayer in the dark
Godsend of a woman also
happened to be a
cheerleader @ the university I was attending...
and happened to like
the "candy" I was
pushin... being cocaine.
So when push came
to nose and lines
were drawn, me and
Melody were having a
great time in MY
dorm room. An eight
ball between us
myself and "Melody"
decided to take a
shower...
3.
Now here is where
I pause in my "diabotchtranical" <----- What the hell did I invent??
rant of fantasies to tell
you how exactly a
suite room @ Reese
Hall works: Each "suite"
consists of two separate
bedrooms with two seperate
beds (for men total). The four
Gentlemen would both share a "toilet" and a"glass-enclosed" shower,
which were both located inside the foyer of <--------------------(Not quite sure spelled correctly)
our "suite".
4.
The particular movement
I shall being into the
light, occured in the
cool of an autumn morning.
The sun was just coming
up and "Melody" was
humming "Rocky Top"
with my throbbing
cock stuffed into her
fiendish mouth. When
we decided to take a
shower. I had no idea
what events would
infer.
SEE PAGE 831
5.
as I watched the
last line of coke
go up her nose I knew what was about
to happen... Nothin like a
cheerleader doin a line
off your dick to make
you burst with school
pride.
Once our fire hit
the shower there was
no stopping our passion.
hard pants and loud
screams were only a
beginning. the words
"Oh my God [Here is where I'd add a name],
sex is soooooooo much better
on coke!!!!"
SEE PAGE 831
6.
...As I hear our main door open...
I think nothing of
it at first. I finish my
dastardly feed and I <-------------Here is where I ran out of lead from pressing to hard!!
Coyote Scraps Aren't Just for the Birds
Take "Melody" for example. <-- intent motherfucker
At 18, who wouldn't want
A blonde haired blue eyed vixen
with 36 DD's and a
tight ass to boot knockin
at your doorstep??
2.
So I answered.
Now it turns out that
my prayer in the dark
Godsend of a woman also
happened to be a
cheerleader @ the university I was attending...
and happened to like
the "candy" I was
pushin... being cocaine.
So when push came
to nose and lines
were drawn, me and
Melody were having a
great time in MY
dorm room. An eight
ball between us
myself and "Melody"
decided to take a
shower...
3.
Now here is where
I pause in my "diabotchtranical" <----- What the hell did I invent??
rant of fantasies to tell
you how exactly a
suite room @ Reese
Hall works: Each "suite"
consists of two separate
bedrooms with two seperate
beds (for men total). The four
Gentlemen would both share a "toilet" and a"glass-enclosed" shower,
which were both located inside the foyer of <--------------------(Not quite sure spelled correctly)
our "suite".
4.
The particular movement
I shall being into the
light, occured in the
cool of an autumn morning.
The sun was just coming
up and "Melody" was
humming "Rocky Top"
with my throbbing
cock stuffed into her
fiendish mouth. When
we decided to take a
shower. I had no idea
what events would
infer.
SEE PAGE 831
5.
as I watched the
last line of coke
go up her nose I knew what was about
to happen... Nothin like a
cheerleader doin a line
off your dick to make
you burst with school
pride.
Once our fire hit
the shower there was
no stopping our passion.
hard pants and loud
screams were only a
beginning. the words
"Oh my God [Here is where I'd add a name],
sex is soooooooo much better
on coke!!!!"
SEE PAGE 831
6.
...As I hear our main door open...
I think nothing of
it at first. I finish my
dastardly feed and I <-------------Here is where I ran out of lead from pressing to hard!!
wander aimlessly naked
behind my 'lover" (if you
can call her that) into my
bedroom. (WOOOW!!! SOOOOO FUCKED UP :O)
My "suitemate" barged
through my door with SUCH force....
It would have made a fault line tremble!!
"Hey." I say non-chalantly. <-------spelling?
"Enter name of choice , did you
ever stop to think that today
is "Parents Day" on campus
and that, maybe, mine
and "EVAN'S" Parents
might be coming down
from CINCINATTI, OHIO
TO SEE US THIS
VERY DAY?!?!?!" , "Mike" said.
SEE PAGE 831
7.
...First of all the
thought never occured to
me. I mean why would
it?? Im with a girl
way out of my league
but not out of my means.
why would I waste time
worrying about parents??
SEE PAGE
8.31
But the truth is it
was "parents weekend"
@ UT and I
did fuck up royally... maybe a lil'
more than royally.......
Like the parents my
suitemate "Mike" was
speaking of were REAL
and REALLY THERE
In OUR SUITE!!!
9.
You might think at
this point that the
reality of what had
occured would sink
into my my brain so
swiftly that soberity <------- Swear to Christ I need a dictionary!!!!
then becomes my voice
of reason, but no.
My action, however,
swift it may have
been, was not the voice
of "soberaty"<---------------------[see above B.S.]
It was
the voice of an ignorant, arrogant
asshole who stood in the shadows of where a
human, and concious
thinking man once stood.
and so the story progresses...
SEE PAGE 831
10.
...progresses into my
"Suitemates" bedroom
where I have since
put on my clothes, but
am still dripping wet from
the head down as a result of
the shower (still worth it =D)
But a real man never shows shame. I walked up to both parents... introduced myself...and said..."so college right??"
LOL
Coyote Scraps Aren't Just for the Birds
