In my mind we’re making out.
We’re making out so fucking hard dude…
I’m like, being playful and kissing you while talking like Pepe Le’Pew, you know, the skunk from Loony Tunes that is in love with the cat that gets paint on its back.
And I’m holding you close and you’re giving me those goldfish kisses until YOU grab MY head and hold me there, and we really start going at it. Tongue thrashing lip biting really just giving it gusto. Little bit of drool maybe, and I’m grabbing your ass and sticking one hand down your pants and the next up your shirt, under your bra, really trying to leave my mark on you.
And in reality, as my erection grows and I go to look at some porn to release some steam, I recall that this is most likely never going to happen again, my erection loses blood, I feel cold, the inverse of those thoughts that brought me the warm and fuzzy feeling.