To Come Or Not to Come

I have a sex story for you guys. I have yet to crank it out, but it's on the horizon like a giant yacht that you hope sinks to the bottom of the fucking ocean because those rich bastards don't deserve it, dammit. I don't know why it takes me so fucking long to blog stories; I feel it correlates with how long it takes me to come... it's a lot of work, and I don't like work, so I usually don't get anything from it because you're not going to orgasm from just lying there, unconscious-like. By the way, my roommate, the other day, noticed on the bathroom stalls in one of her campus buildings that someone spelled orgasm as "orgizm." I've been running with it, because it brings the best of both worlds: orgasm and jizm. Speaking of orgizms, the same roommate squirted in her booty call's mouth and homeboy goes, "Oh... OH, so that's how girls feel." Yeah, motherfucker, surprise liquids in the mouth aren't as fun as Splash Mountain at Disney.

Anyways, expect a story soon.

Love always,
Anonymous Batman