What the fuck?

You straddle your fixie while I bend over to unlock my sparkly bass-boat blue cruiser. We ride to your place, slowly so that my flyaway mane doesn't fly away too much. I admire your diesel jean covered ass and the grungy u-lock sticking out of your back pocket. Finally we arrive at your house and make ourselves comfortable on your Ikea couch with Mates of State singing in the background. I kick off my cowboy boots and pull off your chucks. You run your hands up my leggings and under my miniskirt (which I specifically did not buy from the Gap). You tell me that I'm smarter than other girls you know and I unzip you pants. We fuck until the cd stops playing.

linky