Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

"I just... like you. Just the way you are." My throat tightened. I wanted to trust him—truly, I did—but the words felt too good to actually belong to me. "But why?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts. "But...but why does someone as cool and popular and...uh insanely goodlooking as you even like me? I’m not confident or funny, or even brave half the time. I’m... boring. Ordinary. I can hardly stand up for myself."

"I know what you have in mind that I'll tell you, you feel I'll say; Okay let me help you but well I'm not in to suck a guy's dick." "Gosh, it's so irritating to me." "But you used to do it then" logan grumbled amazed. "I only did it just to make it up to you since I wasn't ready for sex." "That was then, I can't suck what has been inside different pussies." "Cherry" Logan muttered feeling his pulse quicken. "Don't please, if you feel that jerking off will make you feel better oh darling have fun but don't even have it in mind that I"Il suck you."

Sometimes I wobble, but it’s no use crying over spilled milk. What’s the point in obsessing, thinking? It’s not going to change a damn thing, and it can’t alter who I am or what’s expected of me. This is my life, and I need to suck it up and face it like I always do. Crying over what’s broken is for the weak.

This shit is driving me insane. British_Empire14 : Is it because you want him or you don't? Me : “I don't know. It's even difficult to admit it out loud.” British_Empire14 : “Ever thought of trying with other guys?” I grinned and typed back. “Why? Are you offering?” “Maybe.” Instead of typing back, I sit still on my office chair, thinking about what British_Empire14 said on Reddit. Should I just try another guy? Is that it? Taste someone else’s cum and touch someone else’s abs? And suck someone else’s dick?

he added with a chuckle. “Oh goodness. I’m so sorry. Maybe we should just head back to the palace. I’m sure the kids are so bored out if their wits already. And I’ll help you with the numbness—” I said and bit my finger and shoved it near his mouth, “—suck it,” I mumbled as I urged him. He gave me a worried and skeptical look. How did I manage to make things awkward again? I just realized that I always make people suck my blood whenever they are hurt because of me. But the question is; is it intentional? Do I really hurt people just so they could suck my blood? Do I like the idea of someone sucking my blood?

"What does that mean?" "I would be the worst wife!" I blurt out. "I suck at everything, Lana! I suck at being a girlfriend! That's why Brandon cheated with a better woman! I suck at being a wife! My marriage is literally fake! The only way I can make a man marry me is if he wants to make his ex jealous! I suck at being a secretary! I literally quit within less than two months! I suck at being a daughter! I literally cut off my entire family for a foolish boy! And I suck at being a mom! It took my baby ten weeks to figure that out! So no! I don't want Damien to marry me for real! I would be the worst wife!"

A part of me still doesn't believe what just happened I just sucked the cock of another man. * *

“About not wanting it to end? Yeah. I mean… yeah.” I didn’t say anything at first. Just kind of sat there, listening to the crunch of his fries and the wind through the cracked window. I swallowed hard. My chest squeezed—not in a bad way. Just tight. Like my heart was trying to stretch into something bigger, and it hurt a little. “I suck at emotions,” I admitted. “Like, objectively. I’m the human equivalent of a brick wall.” Brandon snorted. “You’re more like a vending machine.” I blinked. “What?”

"Just as long as it's not you right?" "Exactly" why do I even bother? "Fine guess I'll fuck every guy I meet" "Have fun" he smiles walking away. FUCK!!! I throw a quick fit when he's gone, every time I give up on there ever being an us I do stupid shit like this to prove to myself he actually doesn't give a shit about me, why do I keep trying?

What's so sexy about this? Jimmy paused as if he was trying to think of something else to say. I can't think of anything either because I suck at small talk. If he was someone I was interested in, I'd ask about how his college life was, or if he had a job, or what kind of music he liked, but the only thing I cared about was keeping my walls from losing my mind. On the other hand, the fact that I felt that way made me feel like a loser. "Ah this is so awkward. I'm sorry, I'm really not good at this." I said in a low tone.