Fuck Yes, Fuck No
Being in a college town surrounded by thousands of hot nerdy guys has left me with a drooling problem since I got on the airplane to Boston. Since then all I can think about is getting off.
It’s really bad. Every time we’re out in public I have no clue what any of my relatives are saying to me because my eyes are constantly scanning the crowd and sizing up every sexy-nerdy guy I see. And then mentally undressing him, mentally grinding my body against his, mentally pushing his fingers between my legs, mentally sucking him off, and mentally fucking him so hard he forgets his own name.
For some bizarre reason listening to my many relatives talk in science-speak just can’t seem to hold my attention when there are a dozen fuckable guys within moaning distance.
