dirtytarantinoconfessions:i want to scale up the side of quenten tarrenteno’s mansion, breaking in t
dirtytarantinoconfessions:i want to scale up the side of quenten tarrenteno’s mansion, breaking in through his bedroom window, quietly sliding beneath his bed, waiting, until he comes stumbling in—tired and slightly intoxicated from hanging out with lots of club thots, unsuccessfully able to seduce one and bring her back to his place to look at his samurai sword collection. he’ll lazily undress, throwing his wu wang tshirt and kangol onto the floor, and hop on his bed, ready to watch some obscure italian horror film nobody’s ever heard of (but he owns the original print), jerk off, and fall asleep. once i hear the snores, i’ll crawl out and position myself over his slumbering body. i reach for my tool, but just as my hand slips inside my pocket, he twitches in his sleep. my heart stops as i wait for him to resume his peaceful sleep, and eventually he does. i move again, removing my tool from my pocket and holding it up to his face. then, gently, but with determination, i comb his fucking hair. -- source link