Lolas Private Hotline (continues)

“well” i finaly said “you are so stunnig good looking, with long dark brown hair, which i like alot, girls with long hair turns me on alot, aswell as beautyful eyes, your eyes makes me smile”
“what can you tell me more” Lola said, her voice was so wonderful, sexy and sweet, i had to pick my cock out and start touching my self a bit while speaking to her.
“you have a beautiful face, your lips is magic, i wish i once in this life could kiss you, i have never kissed a girl ever, allways wanted you to be the first one, my fantasy”
“wow” Lola said with a stunning voice of surprise, “ you never kissed a girl Mike?”
“no, never don’t know what it feel’s like, it’s a shame i feel a shamed about it, but it’s the truth” i felt dumb fooled, for letting her know that, now she never gonna see me like a man, just as a boy who failed to be a man.
“aww sweety, Mike don’t feel like that, i am sure there are alot of girls out there who would die to be the first to kiss you” i had lost intresst in my cock, i felt just empty now, coz she must know now that i am virgin, her voice had changed abit, not sexy, more surprised voice, someone who was wondering and had alot of quesions instead of trying to seduce me.
I tried to speak again, but couldn’t get a word out, just some grunting, “Mike?” Lola said, “how are you?”
“f..fii..fine” i finaly got out after an uncomfortable silance.
“you sound sad Mike?”
“Well i have never had a girlfriend, thats why i am calling here, allways wanted to speak to a girl and be me, dirty or not, just get everything i have inside me out without feeling bad about it, let a girl know and see me for me, i never talked to a girl before like this, its diffrent, hard for me”
“Mike you still horny?” “not really” i said with a low voice, “try to see me again, touch your self, grab you cock i am gonna try help you feel good about your self, could you do that for me Mike?”
“I suppose” i reached down inside my boxers again, grabbed on to my cock, touching it a bit feeling it grow inside my hand, i was Obviously still horny, it felt good to feel it grow, got me even more horny than before, as i was to pick it out to start jerk off i heard someone coming, and let the cock go to pull my hand out of my boxers fast and at the same time said on the phone “Lola someone is coming i have to call you back later” and i hanged up, i heard she was about to say something but i didnt wait for it, i was to afraid to let someone find out what i was doing.
My family was home….

A few days went by and all i could think of was the next time i could call Lola, i soo wanted to speak to her, hear her voice talking to my ear, touching my inner self, my brain, my feelings, my nerves. Giving me the thrill her voice gave me. I was so horny, she made me horny, her long hair, her beutiful eyes, my dirty toughts I had, I often fantasied about her sucking my dick, her lovley lips around my long hard cock, giving me the ultimate pleasure, so i tought anyway, since i obvisouly never had had sex with a girl, it all was in my mind, my imagination. Spinning around my head.
I still lived with my mom and my sisters kid, and my 18 years old sister, even she have had sex by now, but i hadn’t, 30 years old and still a virgin, seemed pretty lame, childish, felt like a boy when girls came around.
My life was about pleasure my self while watching porn, i love watching porn, looking at the girls, fucking and riding the guy, sucking him dry. It was a way for me to express my feelings toward a girl, well even if she didn’t see me or heard me, i just wanted to feel something belive i could pleasure a girl even if it only was in my mind.

I had a hard time finding my own time when i could be alone, since the house almost allways was crowded, so i couldn’t call her, not even touch my self. At nights i could but i was often to tired to pleasure my self, so i got a bit frustrated about it sometimes.

(to be continued)

I would…

…Loose to her anyday or night to have the chance to talk to her, and have her name.. Just pure beauty, and the bosom is wonderful ;D jaws dropping, eyes popping n words trembling…!! Pure Angel like!

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Californication!

The new era of tv shows? Well it was fun to see David D. Being plain ass bitch for starter, aswell as the show brings us some doubtable subjects and things to talk about,Provoking!! no more censur or drama BS worked around shows, Californication brings us Hank!? What a name by the way..well Hank is a writer..well more like one time hit writer, he wrote the book “a crazy little thing called love” and it hit big, everyone “loved” it, number one best seller…

The funny thing about being famous, ppl just adore u, shout ur name, care so much about uuuuu …that u throw up in the end, puke around. write you letters give you offers, powerful ppl hand you opportunities like breakfast a bad morning..

They even “love” you! Yea looove you….can you feel the word in your mouth? saying it…looove you!!
..that is when u done something good, and hit the top of the mountain, easy money easy fame..hard fall! Boom u are done mate..
And when u are out noone cares, u are out of the picture till u do something else someone loves, during that time nobody cares, noone loves you or shouts your name..noone remember the times…when u actually did something good! And now he is stucked with a writers block! Well like my self to be honest…

I love this show coz i can see my self in him, i got the words worked up good, ppl allways complain about my filthy mouth, but hey´ ..i only live once..like me or just fuck me sideways..dont care!! But i got a problem that “hank” doesnt, i am to nice..allwyas ready to make nice..or being nice in anyway i can and allways “care”…i hate the fucking word “care”…tired of it… sux really…i care toooo fucking much if u ask me…almost nobody else does so why should i “care”? And allways to many “i must do this and that” why? Do what the fucking hell you want and don´t care about it nor look back.

Well even tho i speak like a maniac on speed, i really need to work on being a ironic fucktard towards ppl. Take life with a pinch of salt and just fuck around like everybody else does.

That´s the fun part of the show, we see what ppl do! not what the screenwriters want us to think we see and they do.

Life is like crossing the line between a woman legs..sadly!

P.S And remember girls, my name is “Michael” i am a fucking angel !! D.S