By Mean Lil Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
I have the gorgeous guy friend that all my girlfriends want to fuck. He is so pretty it should be a sin, but that’s not all! He’s kind and thoughtful and has always been a really great listener. You would think this dude would change girlfriends like I change my panties, but he’s actually never had one.
He and I hang out all the time, and I’ve even tried to set him up with some of my thirsty friends, but he always says something like, “I’m just waiting for someone special.” *Gag* I keep trying to tell him that he’ll never find someone special if he doesn’t pet a few kitties first. He’s like super into sports and so manly; I never suspected a thing, but the other night we drank way too much, and he paused our favorite reality show, then turn to me and said, “Krysta, I think I might be gay.”
So You Might Be Gay?
I was straight GAGGED! “You might be ga-gay?” I sputtered. He nodded and let out this feminine giggle I’d never heard from him before. “Like, girls don’t turn you on?”
He rolled his eyes, gave me an invisible hair flip, and yelled, “As if!” I was stupefied! This sexy piece of man meat had been holding out on me. I jumped up from the couch and flashed him my juicy tits! Every man is a sucker for these flash bags, but he actually squealed and covered his eyes.
“Oh my Gosh!” I dove for him and grabbed his crotch. He was as limp as an overcooked noodle.
“Told ya,” He shrugged and sipped more from his glass. “I need your help to find someone special.” Mmm, I rubbed my devilish hands together and whipped out my notebook.
“What’s your type, girl?”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410