The 18 year old came over Monday night to celebrate my birthday. Most of my friends have got families or live an hour's drive away, so it's not like we were all gonna get together on a weekday to get all smashed. I'm not that big on celebrating my birthday anyway. I'll see my parents later in the week for dinner, and probably meet a couple of my buddies and smoke a joint this weekend, but that's about it. But the 18 year old being 18 and everything wanted to hang out and take me to dinner.
First she came over and as soon as I let her in she jumped on me and kissed me. Her tongue was down my throat, and before I knew it she unzipped my pants and started sucking my dick.
I've found in my 29 years that people who have whatever stressful shit in their lives (which covers just about everybody) need some form of release or something to take the edge off. Whether it's cigarettes, alcohol, going to the batting cages, pornography, or singing in a fucking choir, there's gotta be something. You're gonna learn this sooner or later, and for the 18 year old she's learning it now.
What I've found that relaxes me and makes its possible to deal with all the world throws at me is some good ol' grade A marijuana. I love to get high, and lately have even mastered the fine art of only smoking one or two days a week.
See that hint of a shadow on my right breast… If you cum on over to MILFVixen.com and check out The Virgin you’ll see that it’s a dick that’s casting it.
Ah man I'm gonna burn in hell for the type of guy I'm starting to turn into. 'Starting' I guess is the wrong word, seeing as how I'm knee deep in the morass of scumbagocity and don't really seem to care all that much. I've got a conscience, yeah, but when my dick starts thinking about that tight and shaved teen snatch not a goddamn thing else matters. Nothing. Which brings us to last night: Valentine's Fucking Day.
Now I know that the normal 'take a girl out and spend a lot of money on dinner and roses' and shit is your standard Valentine's thing - my ex certainly loved and expected all that shit - but it never made much sense to me drop $150 on a better than average meal and a bottle of wine.
No call or text messages from the 18 year old last night' But all this has got me thinking, which when women (of any age) are involved, is a good thing. Having had a long term girlfriend prior to this new found freedom has in a very real way left me unprepared for the treacherously volatile world of a single guy. Even young girls want you to work for the pussy, and it took me a couple days of taking a few steps back from everything and looking at it with clear eyes to realize this.
MILFs 
