Lo and behold.

I’m definitely not a sunday morning brunch person. There’s something about the blazing sun and families in matching PJs that just does things to your head.

Look at what happened when I tried to be that person.

 

Mock away.

p.s. I think it’s cute.

Megatron watched me cum.

It’s funny how I can be so oblivious to my surroundings during sex.

I lay blankly on his cheap, uncomfortable mattress which had this slight stench smelt like it was soaked in a cauldron of sweat and smelly socks. I had a wad of cum-soaked tissue in one hand and an imaginary cigarette in the other. (No smoking in the room rule) (Cue rolling eyes.) I looked up at his closet and to my horror/amusement/pick one, I saw this huge-ass model of a transformer staring right down at me, with both it’s plastic arms perched out as if it was ready to blow my head off (pun very much intended) anytime soon.

And when I say huge-ass, I mean the kind that you’d never miss unless you have tumours for eyes.

Okay, at least it seemed comfortingly amusing then.