xoxo, nico

derek james has iphone ammo uh oh.

sometimes i do things without caring. for example, when i first got to new york i met a boy at a party and we hooked up the next evening for drinks. in the beginning, i thought i was going to go back to the couch i was staying on after one, maybe two. as the night progressed past three and more, i began to enjoy the way he touched my body, the way his finger traced my knee cap and the palm of his hand on the small of my back. he was funny, he made me laugh with his sarcasm so i decided i met my match and let him lure me back to his apartment with the promise of more red wine and his stash. you could slice the sexual tension with scissors and my clothes were on the floor within seconds of unlocking the red door. he was a good lover but maybe it was so intense because i was so trashed. he didn’t get off until i was done, then he put on his boxers and rolled over without touching me again. i woke up in his bed in the morning alone and i got an overwhelming feeling that i shouldn’t be there. a place with bad energy that i ignored the night before. i got dressed and left while he was still in the shower and i pretend that it never happened.come to find out, this boy is a musician who duchess used to be in love with.so the host goes up to announce andy friedman and i was talking to a friend of hers from college. she’s blonde and has great boobs so we’ll keep her face anonymous because i know that sooner or later i will get miss rose to show me those.i told her the story above because the boy showed up while andy and the other failures were playing. i pointed out who it was and as soon as duchess came back to the table rose opened her big mouth.i could tell duchess got a little pissed but she got over it pretty quick after i told her what i did. he came up to her later while i was standing there and he recognized my face but i had to remind him of my name. hopefully that gave her at least a little bit of satisfaction, and, in my own defense, i had no clue they were connected.