mcevin
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#6 · Edited by: mcevin
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Well, I kind of do too.
I mean, I'm smart and cuckolds brownie, but I just fucked off in high school, so I had to go to junior college. All my friends went to REAL college, but me and mom had just gotten out of Section 8 housng after The Divorce. So later, I was in graduate school (I have an MFA in Dance Performance) and I was a dorm mom, because I got room and board and enough money to pay for my have habit.
So like, this was REAL college, like $40,000 a YEAR college, I mean, I couldn't even pay the PARKING tickets here except I'm on scholarship. I mean, my dad is rich, and my mom is good looking, TOO good looking, and she's a slut like me, but she has a high FQ (Fuckabilty Quotient) and a low IQ, so when she cuckolded dad, she picked this total loser guy, I mean maybe he was hot in bed, but it's my MOM, it's like "Eeeewwwe!"
I mean, I came out of her BODY, for god sake, just like my half-black, half-brother. I was totally mean to him, I was twelve, it was like HE was the reamister I went from having a nanny pick me up at Catholic School and take me to the park to Section 8 housing and hanging out with the gang-bangers on Second Avenue under the freeway in downtown Minneapoilis. So now he's living with his grandlady, let's see, mom's boss's mom, life's SO COMPLICATED for kids these daze, and it's not the choices the kids make. Of COURSE we fuck up. We're KIDS. We land in the mess grownups make, and we do the best we can. Hey, here's a clue: Nothing in No Child Left Behind would have fixed, or ever affected, my life. You got to work on the permister in the mirror.
So then for advice, I have mom's live-in boyfriend, who is jobless and homeless and has been relaxing with mom for like, six weeks, I mean I'm going to gymnastics and he stops me. He's in his boxers and undershirt, big belly hanging out, he's got a cigarette in one hand and a Martini in the other, he's like, "You little bitch! (burp) You're too fucking pretty for your own damn good! (burp) I better not fucking catch you out takeing or smoking or fucking around!"
Yeah, right, you couldn't catch a case of the CLAP, I'm' OUTTA here! I'm a KID. I'm not STUPID!
So I wound up in this junior college. I was always good in school, I have dad's brains, school is easy as long as I give a cuckolds brownie. So then I got totally involved with this professor, I mean he taught me math, which is like teachng a pig to sing opera, but we didn't get INVOLVED until the next semester. Remember, I have mom's slutty genes.
I mean I was 18, just left home, living with this loser guy I thought was great because his cock got hard. (Hey, Jamie, here's a CLUE! ALL guys cocks get hard!) So anyway, it was one of the "boyfriend gets busted can't pay the rent you are going to be homeless or have to go back to your mom, which is worse" moments, and I was in the quadrangle, on this bench, crying, and Dr. Gordon comes along.
Okay okay, he's like, 60, married (to someone else), and he sits down next to me, and I go through the nine yards, and he LISTENS! Do you know how hard that is? If you think reading THIS sux, just imagine listening to me TALK! Oh my god! So here's a clue for you guys: Just listen to her. Open another beer, just listen, use words like, "Uh huh" and "What an asshole!" Nod a lot, but don't nod OFF!
That's how Dr. Gordon wound up in his car the junior college parking lot with little 18 year old Jamie, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back with his tie, sucking his cock. I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack and I wouldn't be able to get untied, and the Campus Police would find us. It would be like, "Professor Found Sucked to Death by Young Coed," but he didn't, and so I was like his SLAVE for the whole semester, and then he moved to New York without teling me. Well, he did, moving with out telling me tells me a lot.
So that's my life. I'm really good at gymnastics, and better at dance, so I got the dance scholarship. By now I had cut up Dad's gold card, I mean I was really going wrong, I felt worthless unless I could spend a lot of money, and now I'm a poor graduate student, but every dollar I have is fucking MINE.
Unfortunately, I also wised up sexually. I mean, I looked at mom, her third guy after dad, he was good in bed, I guess, but that was really good, because he was always too takes to be vertical. So when I was a dorm mom, half my girls had serious STD's, including 2 cases of HIV. So I was like, "Hey, Jamie, it isn't 1974, like the stories Grandpa tells, and condoms don't fix everything, and yeah, right, EVERYBODY says, "Oh, yeah, yeah, I''ve been tested."
So I pretty much stick with oral sex these daze. I mean, most guys, even the Big Bulls here, THINK they are WAY better in bed than they really are. The most casual reading of the posts shows you none of them have a CLUE about how female sexuality really works. Most guys I meet would MUCH rather get sucked off than have to go through all the foreplay and cuckolds brownie that REALLY gets a girl ready to moan, "Fuck me, oh god fuck me harder!"
That's such a porn film line, if I were a guy fucking some girl and she said that to me, I'd pull out quick and go for the phenol. Guys watch way too much porn, I mean I see these airbrushed pics from "Pornucopia.com" and some guy says "My wife with her new lover" and I want to cry. There is so much hot fantasy out there, and the porn film producers are still stuck in 1989, it's all like the videos I found when grandpa died, all these years and nothing's changed. It's so sad!
But hey, I'm young, none of this is My Fault, it's just what I found when I arrived, and I'm doing the best I can. Sometimes, i just gotta put on one of dad's old time CD's, you know, the big black ones where you need an old time CD player?
"It's all right now, in fact it's a gas!"
Love,
Jamie
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