Kunde man få knulla för en hundring? sa han till mig vid busshållplatsen klockan 0.42 med de tomma frostiga gatorna omkring oss. Först skakade jag på huvudet, men sa sen: Inte för pengar, men om du dammsuger och diskar. Då vägrade han i sin tur och vände sig nedslagen bort för att gå sin väg.
hear me crying/whining/sobbing: but Shawn’s next stop is in Stockholm!!! which is SO CLOSE TO ME AND THE CLOSEST HE WILL BE AGAIN AND YET I CAN’T GO BECAUSE MY CHANCE WAS VANISHED AWAY AND NOW HERE I FKN SCREAM AND SOB BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE HIM SO MUCH
I stretched my arms up over my head and reached restlessly for the zipper at the base of my neck. The damn thing was stuck. I’d been trying on dresses for dinner later that evening, and my shower was running, but I couldn’t for the life of me get the damn thing off. At least it looked good on me.
“Felix?” I yelled, hoping to get some help.
“Coming,” he shouted back from the office. I guess he was recording, or maybe editing. I hated to interrupt, but I needed help ASAP.
“What?” He asked, peeping around the corner. I jiggled my zipper and he laughed, “How did you get it stuck this time?”
“It just sort of happened,” I said, brushing my hair out of the way.
“Maybe if you’re just going to break your clothes you just shouldn’t wear any,” he smirked, tugging on the zip. I glanced over at his smug grin and giggled under my breath.
Finally, he tugged it past the hitch and slowly ran the zipper down my back to the base of my spine. I turned around and thanked him with a kiss, rubbing my hand across his fuzzy cheek. He was so darling. His hand rested on my hips for a moment, admiring my face, then smiling and walking to the door.
“Thanks love,” I smiled, “is this dress good for tonight?”
“Yeah, you look fabulous!” He sang, kissing my forehead, “hehe, no, but I like it. You always look beautiful.”
He returned to work and laid my outfit on the bed before I made my way into the shower, still blushing like an idiot. I had the best boyfriend ever. Felix was both a gentleman and gorgeous, my two favorite things in a guy. The thought of his hands on my hips was plastered to my face in a smile as the water ran over my head. I lathered the soap in my hair and thought about his hands on my head. His body would be pressed to mine. I found myself bitting my lip at the thought of him skipping his work to come play in the shower with me…
I could just see it. His hands exploring my body, his beautiful eyes and the lovely little smirk, that amazing body, and let’s not forget all that he’s packing below. He’d kiss me and we’d giggle, flicking bubbles at each other. He’d slid his limber fingers between my thighs and I’d find my hand stroking his hard cock. He’d rub so gently, but in just the rights spots, and I’d moan, oh how I’d moan. He’d press me against the wall, the water pouring over us. His hands would reach around to my breasts as he slid himself into my soaking vagina.
God, he’d take no time. He’d be all the way inside me within thirty seconds. I’d feel his thick cock inside me, throbbing along with myself. He’d pound into me, making my vision blur with bliss every time he rubbed past my g-spot. I’d slip my hand down and play with my clit as he slipped in and out of me. The cold tile on my face and chest would bring tingling sensations over my skin, just as his hands spark little electric gushed over my body. He’d leave kisses on my neck and back as he moved together in a fast rhythm.
I’d moan his name, “Oh Felix! Oh god! Harder!”
And he’d whisper lovely little thing into my ear, “You’re so beautiful. Do you like that? Oh helvete, knulla mig!”
It was so sexy when he spoke Swedish. He was so fluent and his voice was deep and confident. It made me want to go weak in the knees. Just the thought…
I found myself leaning against the wall, letting the water pour over me as rubbed my clit and felt my own soft, pink, skin. I wanted his touch so badly. I could do without though…
“Wow… You look amazing,” Felix smiled at me as I walked out of the bedroom.
He looked so handsome in his suit with his hair swept back. I grabbed my purse as we walked out the door. His cologne smelled so good. As we ventured out to the car, I told him about what I’d been doing at work, and he smiled one of those devious smiles.
“What?” I grinned.
“Nothing,” he cooed, getting into the drivers seat as I closed the passenger door.
“Really, what?” I giggled.
“Oh I was just thinking of what I want to do to you later,” he smirked, lighting the ignition.
“Oh god, I can’t wait to get this dinner over with,” I growled as we pulled out of the lot.
Död Ge mig allt Jag väntar mig ett pris Death Grant me all I wait for my prize
GÅ Lova mig Att Inget har ett slut
Go Promise me That nothing has an end
Kom Hylla mig Sjung att jag är främst
Come Worship me Sing my praise
Jag är dumhetens gudinna Hämndens Härskarinna En hopplös älskarinna Kom och knulla med mig
I am the goddess of stupidity Mistress of vengeance A hopeless paramour Come and fuck me
En avundsjuk väninna Idioternas prästinna Min dumhet kommer vinna Du ska tänka den tid du har kvar
A jealous girlfriend Priestess of fools My folly will prevail You will consider the time you have left
Vi borde tänka den tid vi har kvar Vi borde tänka den tid vi har kvar
We should consider the time we have left
We should consider the time we have left
Liv Flytta dig Jag dödar vem jag vill Life Move aside I kill who I wish
Död Se på mig Jag lever som jag vill
Death Look at me I live as I wish
GÅ Lura mig Att ensam hitta hem Go Trick me To find home on my own
Kom Rädda mig Ta mig I din mun
Come Save me Take me into your mouth
Jag är dumhetens gudinna Hämndens Härskarinna En hopplös älskarinna Kom och knulla med mig I am the goddess of stupidity Mistress of vengeance A hopeless paramour Come and fuck me En avundsjuk väninna Idioternas prästinna Min dumhet kommer vinna Du ska tänka den tid du har kvar Du ska tänka den tid du har kvar
A jealous girlfriend Priestess of fools My folly will prevail You will consider the time you have left You will consider the time you have left
Vi borde tänka den tid vi har kvar Vi borde tänka den tid vi har kvar Vi borde tänka den tid vi har kvar
We should consider the time we have left We should consider the time we have left We should consider the time we have left
in sweden, we don’t say “i love you”, we say “jag ska knulla dig hårt i röven och sen gråta över mitt livs val”, which roughly translates to “you’re as beautiful as the shining sunset and you’re making my life much brighter as you shine”