bimboisbetter:I came again, hard, trying to remember if that was the third time or the fourth. I was
bimboisbetter: I came again, hard, trying to remember if that was the third time or the fourth. I wasn’t able to. I felt Tim pull out, and I moaned weakly at the feeling. I just stayed where I was, laying on the couch, trying to catch my breath. Jesus, but that had been good. I’d been dreaming of getting fucked by Tim for… I couldn’t even say how long. He was so sexy. I squirmed a little - even after all that, just thinking about him turned me on. I heard Tim walking around the room, gathering up his clothes. After a few minutes, once he was dressed, he came back to the couch, leaning down over me. I smiled, thinking he was coming in for a kiss, but instead he whispered in my ear. “I’m a dumb bimbo,” he said softly. I turned up to look at him, confused, but he was already heading for the door. What? Did he just call himself… that was weird. No, weird didn’t really cover it. That was surreal, bizarre, inexplicable. Then I thought about it, though. Tim whispered to me a lot, didn’t he? And it was always odd things like that, stuff that was in the first person but not about him. Like last week - he was over, and we’d been making out, and just before he left he whispered “I want to get fucked by Tim.” It was especially odd, because all week after that I kept thinking how much I wanted to get fucked by Tim. Weird coincidence. Or before that, when just he and I had been hanging out and on his way out whispered “I think Tim is so sexy.” Or even earlier, he’d come over to watch a movie with my boyfriend Robert - well, ex-boyfriend Robert, as of a couple of weeks ago - and he’d whispered “I want to break up with Robert.” I guess the first time he’d done it was at work, when he’d stopped at my desk and whispered “I want to invite Tim over to my place.” Strange. As I thought back on all of them, I felt like there was some kind of pattern that I couldn’t quite see. Something that connected them all, made the whole thing make sense. I couldn’t quite see it, though. It was like looking at an optical illusion that you couldn’t quite make sense of. I knew there was more happening than I could comprehend, but I had no idea what. I giggled a little, thinking about it. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised it was confusing. After all, I’m a dumb bimbo. -- source link