Mr Pint Stripes deux...

I'm back and I hope everyone misses me. I'll pick up where the last escapade left off ermm one month ago?

For the record, Mr Pint Stripes didn't take me home. He did however leave a very good impression and some aftertaste of him in my mouth. I liked how things turned out actually. The flirting the teasing, it takes so much less brain cells. My personnal preferance is usually taking my clothes off because it gets the reaction I want.

My affair with Mr Pint Stripes actually ran on for about 3 weeks. He was the perfect lover for about half that time, you know the breakfast delivery and surprise presents. He was caring, affectionate, smart and he certainly wasn't gay. I certify to that, 10 times at least. But he lost that one element almost immediately after we started dating. He lost that bad boy disposition.

I'm like most girls, we like the good guys, but we secretly love the naughty ones. Which is why my idol is a resident blogging bad boy. Sometimes, we just need someone who absolute humbles us, who gives us shit, who makes us crave.. I'm a girl and I know how girls are suckers for self abuse.

Mr Pints went from hero to pussy in pants. That suave demeanor, the debonair flair he once crumbled me with... gone.. all gone to some whimp who whined constantly about me not spending enough time with him.

GET A LIFE!

I have mine, and it's spelt G-U-C-C-I.