Fellatio Jones, Cunning Linguist

I am just so unbelievable elated right now. 

Almost so much so that I can’t talk about it. 

Heads up though, its coming. 

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

I’ve been feeling very uninspired lately. 

Its gotten me quite baffled. I suppose I was under the illusion that all of the female attention I’ve been getting would go some way into filling the void that had appeared, but it hasn’t really. 

Im feeling a little lost again. I had assumed that the thing that was missing in my life was companionship but now im not so sure that was it. 

I dunno, I just feel a bit absent, like im watching myself without ever really experiencing what is happening to me, you know the way you watch tv and think ‘oh that would be so funny if that happened in real life’ and you get this second had experience from the proposal. But you never really get that first person sense of the experience. Its like the difference between imagining and experiencing. 

I guess I kinda feel like im not properly putting myself into my decisions, im lacking in enthusiasm and drive and perhaps any real sense of conviction. I feel like im still coasting through life only this time I happen to have drifted in the direction I was sort of trying to get to. But drifting is still drifting. 

I suppose part of it is because im not really sure what kind of direction I should be going. Perhaps I am just  putting my efforts into places I don’t really want them. Perhaps finals have just got me a bit down. 

Whatever it is, I feel like I just need a change up you know? Just to blend things up a bit and throw me in some other deep end. If that makes sense. 

I dunno, im pretty high, I shouldn’t let my mind wander so much. 

Going out for lunch with the attractive Muslim girl after her 3pm meeting just very rapidly turned into her coming over here at midday making me promise to put her over my knee and give her a good spanking. 

What is going on with my life?

This week has been very interesting, especially wednesday and thursday. 

The philosophy ball rolled around and many events transpired as a floated on a cloud of drunken haziness. 

I ended up pretty much confessing my love to the Temptress which went surprisingly well. We drank,  we dance, I strategically placed my hands in the opening in the back of her dress and felt her smooth pale skin. We talked and talked in our strangely coherent drunken state and all was good. All that is left now is to steal opportune moments with her in the little time left that we are in the city so that I may attempt to make her fall in love with me. 

Strangely I ended up back in the bed of a different girl, the friend of a friend who put her tongue in my mouth a few months ago on a spontaneous night out. She gently coerced me back to hers and I somewhat suddenly found her writhing underneath my face, naked with her heels digging into my shoulders. I am very pleased to have pleased her but unfortunately my old friend alcohol was preventing me from getting my end of the deal and we left it at that. After much hang over banter and portion of cuddling that I can only describe as cute, the Attractive Muslim appeared on my mobile telephone beckoning me. 

I did not particularly want to leave my position, but there where unrelated emotional issues getting her down and above all else I pride myself on being a good friend, so drag myself out of bed I did and trudged home with a spinning mind and slightly convulsing stomach. 

Her emotional issues are of no concern to you, but the venture inevitably lead us to the bedroom despite my best efforts to keep the situation platonic. As per usual, she was not having any of it. She was stripped bare and grinding on top of me, I felt the warm moistness of her pelvis seeping through the fabric of my underwear, my fingers planter firmly between cheeks. For the first time the urge to fuck her took over me and I had to push her off me. What followed was a discussion of what a shame it was that we would never be able to have sex regardless of how much we both wanted to. 

Stupid Islam. 

I had told her all about my discussions with the Temptress and the ordeal with the friend of a friend and we re-discussed the terms of our situation which consisted of the restating that this would eventually have to stop when I have need to become involved with someone else. I felt cruel at first, but her understanding left me impressed by her yet again. Though my terms may seem very abrupt and ridged, she understands that this is what is necessary to avoid her getting hurt and me being portrayed as some rampant sexual predator.

All of the female happenings in the space of less than 48 hours left me feeling a little exhausted and thoughts of them have been almost constantly running through my head. Im still in a slight state of disbelief as to how I managed to find myself here, but if nothing else, its given my ego a nice old stroking. 

Times are strange and I kinda like it.  

Also, I bought a tweed jacket with leather elbow pads for the ball, it feels like I’ve found a missing piece of my soul. It was an opportune moment to smoke my pipe again too. 

Brace for pictures. 

Or is it just an eating thing? 

I am aware this may be a stupid question. 

Lets just re-cap my current situation. 

Im currently having regular sexy times with an attractive muslim girl. Her interests include naked spooning, grinding on my cock,  light to medium spanking and eating my cum. She has requested that our next encounter involve whipped cream. 

I love virgins.

Is this even serious? Like… for real?

I keep having to ask myself how I managed to find myself in this situation. 

I love virgins. 

Im beginning to really wish that I could fuck her just so I could see her act out all the crazy shit thats clearly in her head. 

Did I mention that I love virgins?