I've been away from the game for a little while now due to the need to tend other things. This is the best time of year for the casual sports fan as well as the journeymen pervert. Running and watching the tele have been consuming most of my time of late, as well as playing suck and blow and spin the bottle with new friends.
The return to the spin the bottle arena was an eye opener for me. No more is the wild heart fluttering anticipation, no, us post-adolescent humans are much harder to please. If were not getting stroked off by nail-polished fingers while making out we just really cant get too into it.
Remember the sweet metal-filled kisses of our youth, the ones where time stood still and penis stood tall... and twitched? The notion of a hand on the small of the back used to send me over the edge. Now I need two bare breasts in my grasp to keep attentive enough to massage the lips of another with mine. I'm a great kisser but I'm a very poor masterbaterer getter.
We are doomed though arn't we, the more action we get the lazier we become. Until you turn the camera on that is. I recall my first trip under the hood, how new and exciting it was. It was like a new musical instrument really, trying to see what sorts of sounds you could get. Now I when I talk to vaginas my main goal is to simply get the favor returned, and not drown them in scotch and soda. I recently had my 22nd birthday and was out with friends who still consider me young. When I said my age someone replied "You don't even know how to fuck yet."
This is probably true, but now, looking back on the humble beginnings in the bedroom it might be time to put the effort back into effornicate. Even if its not a word.
April was also a fantastic month for music, not just for nostalgic kissing games. Cheers.
April Playlist:Here
