I meet this guy James at a party. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, he's got a big smile, big everything. He's older than me, he's in college. He has a girlfriend. But I don't think about that when I'm riding his face, or when he's inside me.
We don't talk like Jacob and I do. We fuck, like crazy. We smoke. We fuck some more and then I go home.
He likes my hair the length it is though. He paid for me to get it trimmed when it was getting too long. He's picky. But I somehow fit in all of his qualifications. I'm picky too. No sweet talk. No green eyes. No red hair. No cuddling after.
Sex is sex.
I do a line of coke with him a week before I leave for Forks for three months. When I leave he kisses me. It's not any kind of foreplay, it's a promise. When I get back, I'll have him to fuck. I'll have his weed. I'll have his coke.
I kiss him back.
Okay, so here's some more updates. I'm going to put up a few tonight to (try, haha) to make up for how crappy I've been at updating.
Things are gravy at the moment, promise.
I don't know you guys have noticed, but I cuss like a sailor.
