Blog of a Killer

Day six (still): After Main there's a thing called "Desert".

That was awkward. To be honest I just wanted Daniel's parents to leave so I could do what we both wanted to do upstairs. Instead they insisted on asking more stupid questions. "Oh, but our Daniel doesn't normally bring friends over."

"Friends"?

Ha.

As soon as the door was locked and Daniel's parents car sped away I looked at him. It was a look where we could read one another so easily. So he grabbed my hand and I couldn't help grinning like an idiot.

"No kissing just... hold my hand okay?" Dan held my hand as he trudged upstairs. As we went up, I looked down to see Gold. Her eyes slits in disgust- well, I'm trying to be poetic and discripitve. She looked at me funny, okay?

Dan tugged my hand as we reached the landing. Slowly he stood up on his tiptoes and kissed me, Gold glaring at us through her slits of eyes. We started kissing more and more until he broke away with a perfect toothy smile, teasing me to his room.

Daniel's room is a lot like a stereotypical girls room. It's tidy, pink, and has posters on the walls. One of them is for this anime called Love Live apparently, and he has a shit-ton of figma. To my left there's a dressing table with a mirror, a jewellery box and several other boxes, all labeled. His bed is on the right, and it's in a very cutesy shade of pink. I can't see what's under his bed from here obviously. Many blog writers like to assume they can and describe the whole room.

"Jimmy..." He closes the curtains, slowly walking over to me, "... I'm sorry about the pink."

"Pink is okay." I blink a few times to adjust my eyes, "Pink is good."

He smiles and slowly puts his glasses on the dressing table, casually slipping off his shirt like he was in P.E. Oh my. Oh my goodness. His body is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. I've never wanted to seem like a weirdo in the changing rooms and stare, but now I can't help it. Daniel tans easily as when he removed his shirt I could see the tan lines. Dan also has puppy flub, and I find that so sweet. He has a little snail trail but as a man who has body hair all over, it doesn't phase me at all. His buttons click as his hands slide of his jeans. He's wearing penguin boxers. They must have been a Christmas present but his ass is rather shapely in them. He faces me properly and kisses my nose, "I'm also sorry for the wait Jim."

And that's where the fans want me to write smut, but honestly. I want to leave it there so you can possibly give me, Jimmy, really nice smutty fan art- I'll let your imagination run wild, but if I told you it was one of the best nights in my life that might be a good basis for you to draw, and an excellent end for this blog update.