Her getting lost, again, could have been a warning sign. So too could have been her complaining that she couldn't find her weed. She went back to her car to try and find it; I encouraged her, because she was high when she massaged me last time, and she, you know, almost touched my pee-pee. Unfortunately, her paranoia about being followed not only has persisted but intensified; she kept talking about how her ex-boyfriend from about two years ago was, like, able to open her phone remotely to track where she's going and to trace her phone calls.
This time, however, it was a hell of a lot worse. She's living with her sister and her family, and she believes they stole her weed. She then asked if she could place her phone at my bay window so she could record her car as it was on the driveway. Then, she wanted me to take out the batteries in my CO detector; I didn't know how, so ******a just told me to put it in the living room.
But worst of all was her behavior as she asked me to change the settings on my phone. I don't know what the fuck she wanted me to do, but she was so goddamn scared that her phone would somehow manipulate my phone into recording us or something that told me to go through a lot of my settings and turn them on, or off, or something else. She wanted me to turn on my data plan, then turn it off, then turn it on again. She told me she wanted it on airplane before she told me to turn on my data. And then, she told me to turn off my phone and turn it on, to "reset" my phone.
But by God, the strangeness didn't end there. She was vaping because she had no weed. ******a blew the plume of vape smoke my way, to which I coughed. And she said, "What was that?"
"A cough," I replied.
"It sounds like a cough of someone who's trying to tell me something," ******a said. And then she told me to do all these fucked-up things to my phone settings again. I got so fucking sick of this bullshit that I made her do it. I just held up the phone while she tapped and swiped and everything. And by the way, it didn't look like she knew what the fuck she was doing, either!!! We spent a good 15 goddamn minutes on fucking with my phone, for all I know, what she did and/or undid got my phone to start spying on her. Finally, out of nowhere, she said, "Pretty soon, I will take all of my enemies down. And I hope you're not one of them." Dafuq?
But you know what? The massage was fucking fantastic. The massage, the real deal, was great. She kneaded my knots and busted the fascia all out of my muscles and stuff. But also, maybe because she was at least self-aware at how bonkers she sounded, while she didn't actually touch my pee-pee, I think she knocked up against my cock more times than at any previous session. And when she did this thing where lightly tapped all over my pubic hair, I think I got a semi.
So I think I'm working on ******a ... no, wait a second -- she's insane!!! For all I know, the next time she comes over, she's going to accuse me of spying on her!!! That is the next logical step ... by using her logic, of course. At her next psychotic break, she will find my house while I am gone and try to break in to see where all the cameras are and shit. How do I explain that to my parents? Man, the things I do just so I can be naked in front of a hot chick, I tell ya. ...
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